I was supposed to be on the list for an event last week, but when I showed up was not. Luckily this fellow "Andy Shifflit" didn't show up so I got his tickets.
Should note that this is no one in particular's fault. The venue is a strict union place and the act of putting a name on the guest list involves telling someone who walkie-talkies someone else who tells someone else to eventually talk to the person in charge of the guest list.
No Respect Part Two: On the Job
Unless I am completely relaxing, odds are that some thoughts about sound and/or my sound are running through my head. This leads to a lot of notes being typed into my blackberry and plenty of scribbling on scrap paper and post-its at work. I returned from a meeting last week to find a co-worker had made an amendment to an idea that I'd left sitting on my desk:
Would throwing in a Neil Hamburger "That's my life" here be the catchphrase equivalent of mixing metaphors? Not sure, but I'll stick with it.
