Second Fiddle

Miniskirts were one of the fads of my youth, but I really can’t remember seeing one worn more than a couple of times. Photo Source: Scavenge

Play fiddle play

Will there never come a day

When I won’t have to play the part

Of second fiddle to your heart?

—Buck Owens

Well, it happened again. I came in second for a job. Granted, it isn’t a job that I really wanted to begin with. But I did want it after they getting to know the people I would have been working with and after how hard they worked to sell me on it.

My only hope now is that their first choice fall through for some reason—hopefully, because of finding something better.

OK. That isn’t my only hope, but is my only hope for this job. And after Suna got word that her department had been told to release all contractors before Christmas, finding something that lasts past January suddenly got more important.

Friday Feast

Appetizer: What was your first “real” job?

What is “real?” My first traditional job was washing dishes at a fried shrimp joint for less than a dollar an hour. At that time, I was already playing bass in a country band and averaging averaging $20 for a four-hour show. This is one of the experiences that taught me to value my time. If you’re going to make $30,000, it is much better to work 1,000 hours at $30/hour than 2,000 hours at $15/hour. Or 3,000 hours at $10/hour without overtime.

Soup: Where would you go if you wanted to spark your creativity?

The country side, preferably near a lake. I need water in view. Barring that, any place quiet.

Salad: Complete this sentence: I am embarrassed when…

…I make a mistake. And I make more and more of them these days.

Main Course: What values did your parents instill in you?

Honesty, hard work, and an abiding respect for others. You know—all the values the Republicans disdain because they don’t help you make money quickly.

Dessert: Name 3 fads from your teenage years.

• Mini skirts
• CB radios
• Pet rocks