August 2nd, 2010

iAm iSaid

Twenty-two hours from now...

...I will be at the Roseland for the first time.

Seeing "Weird Al" Yankovic for the first time.

A friend has confirmed that Al is in town -- ran into him at Powell's -- and this makes me smile. That'll Keep Portland Weird!

I've been a "Weird Al" fan since 1983. Have each album of his. He was one of the musicians Alicia and I bonded over when we were dating. (Danny Elfman was another.) Back in 2003 I nearly pissed myself laughing at his song "Bob," where even the title is part of the joke. And next I'll have the "Weird Al" concert experience, which I've heard is special. The dude THROWS HIMSELF into his live shows. It's a real workout for him. Plus he plays parodies that he doesn't have the right to put on albums, so I'll likely hear music of his I've never heard. All sorts of good!
Blow My Mind

*facepalm* *headdesk* *hand hurt by intersection of hand and desk*

I've been concerned that I'm not doing certain parts of my job well enough.

I'd also been hearing discussions in the office late last week about issues with "Chris." Issues that sounded like issues with the parts of my job I'm not sure I've done well enough.

I got wound up and worried because of that. So much so that I forgot that Chris is a really freaking common name.

(When Mom and Dad were deciding on names for me+, they couldn't decide between Christopher or Michael, so they named me Christopher Michael. They found out afterwards that Christopher was the most popular name for boys in 1973 and Michael the second most popular. I've known many Christophers, Michaels, and Christopher Michaels. I worked with a Christopher Michael at one job. And once in college, I was in a 20-person class...five of us named Chris.)

You can tell where this is going. It was a different Chris, someone not with the company but with ties to it (yes I'm vague and I'll stay vague) who'd caused an annoying situation for certain supervisors of mine. And my office is, I'm glad to say, not the sort of passive-aggressive office where they'd talk about a person just loud enough for said person to hear. Also the issues were the sorts of issues that, had they been about me, I'd've heard about it within an hour of starting work this morning. I didn't, and time went on, and I overheard further "Chris"-related discussions, and I knew more then.

Goddammit, why does worrying have to be one of my special skills??!

I've kept this thought in my head lately: I worry too much. I'm working to get over that. This is a bump in that road. Thank you for listening. Good night.



+ Though, I believe, had I been a girl, I would've been Kristina. And also, based on mom's genetics, I probably would've had a well-developed rack.