wordmad (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} wordmad) wrote,@ 2008-03-26 14:19:00 |
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Monday was bad all around. I had placed a huge order for my store (Martins -grocery- in Eldersburg) because of inventory coming up It's the only company I know of that wants the shelves packed for inventory (something about shrink being a lower percentage of a huge count). I had to put up the dozen of so totes' worth. Took forever--well, it's cosmetics mostly: teeny-tiny little bottles and tubes and eyebrow pencils with miniscule gold writing that makes my eyeballs shrivel and spazz.
From there, I had to go to a rehearsal for a singing group at UM, called Collegium Musicum. We're doing a concert in April themed "On the Road to Compostela", mostly medieval pilgrimage songs (or maybe--shudder--sung by Crusaders expecting grace for their slaughter). There's singing (which I do--tenor, mostly--not enough men) but also instruments like shaums, recorders, and finger cymbals, tambours, and these little baby harps.
Well, I've only been to one rehearsal out of four so far (and was an hour late for that one because I mixed up the time, though I did show up for two sessions that didn't happen because the director didn't have me on his call-list) So, I didn't know the music all that well, and it's in Old Spanish and Middlin' Latin, and Catalan, Galician (whatever that is),Portugese, you name it. So the words are--well--hard.
I drove down, and wouldn't you know it, there was an accident on 95, so I was late, and at least two other people came in after me, and nobody knew the words very well, so the director got mad and threatened us all with expulsion or (for those of us who weren't taking the actual course) excommunication or, for the non-Catholics, vague hints at reincarnation as something slimy and highly expendable; it wasn't pretty. But the people with the instruments were fun to listen to and very, very good. Of course, they're majoring in strings and horns and stuff, AND they don't have to worry about the words.
One good thing: I got home to find out that I wasn't needed for a Hallmark job the next morning, so I got to sleep past five a.m.
From there, I had to go to a rehearsal for a singing group at UM, called Collegium Musicum. We're doing a concert in April themed "On the Road to Compostela", mostly medieval pilgrimage songs (or maybe--shudder--sung by Crusaders expecting grace for their slaughter). There's singing (which I do--tenor, mostly--not enough men) but also instruments like shaums, recorders, and finger cymbals, tambours, and these little baby harps.
Well, I've only been to one rehearsal out of four so far (and was an hour late for that one because I mixed up the time, though I did show up for two sessions that didn't happen because the director didn't have me on his call-list) So, I didn't know the music all that well, and it's in Old Spanish and Middlin' Latin, and Catalan, Galician (whatever that is),Portugese, you name it. So the words are--well--hard.
I drove down, and wouldn't you know it, there was an accident on 95, so I was late, and at least two other people came in after me, and nobody knew the words very well, so the director got mad and threatened us all with expulsion or (for those of us who weren't taking the actual course) excommunication or, for the non-Catholics, vague hints at reincarnation as something slimy and highly expendable; it wasn't pretty. But the people with the instruments were fun to listen to and very, very good. Of course, they're majoring in strings and horns and stuff, AND they don't have to worry about the words.
One good thing: I got home to find out that I wasn't needed for a Hallmark job the next morning, so I got to sleep past five a.m.
