So I took a plunge.

I auditioned for the Richard Eaton Singers.

Holy fucking hell was I nervous. I mean, I haven't sung on a regular basis in... 5 years. Yup. I quit McDougall's choir in 2002. I haven't sung solo in almost that long. I am NOT in practice. Not only that, but I was singing for the guy who, 7 years ago, rejected me as a candidate to take voice lessons through the U of A's Music Department as one of my fine arts options. I was not amused.

Apparently he didn't remember me.

Which is fine. Blank slate and all that, right?

I thought I was going to fail miserably, much like 7 years ago, but instead, with only one week's practice, I pulled off a 'beautifully executed, polished' rendition of my audition piece, and was accepted on the spot.

So now I'll get to sing with the Edmonton Symphony Orchestra (sounds all impressive, doesn't it?) and hopefully work myself back into some sort of vocal shape. The first practice of the season is tonight!

Honest. I suck. It's been nearly 3 weeks since my last confess... I mean... post.

Work is getting nuts. We have to look after all the applicants and have them ready for school by the beginning of September, and we've got all sorts of people whose applications haven't been successful all pissed off at us for various reasons.

Unfortunately it seems to be another office within our department that's dropped the ball on a lot of stuff, and there's not much we can do to pick up the pieces. They've also got three brand-new people working there, so they're not as able to pick up the slack that others have created.

This means that when I get home at night, I'm emotionally exhausted. As a front line staffer, it means that I'm the one constantly getting... not yelled at, yet... but I'm the one that constantly has to deal with the after effects of these things and peoples' complaints about them.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to my balcony to spy on the car crash that just occurred on the street below. Looks like there was just some rear-ending that occurred. With any luck, it'll be my cop friend that shows up to deal and I can harass the officer :) My next-door neighbour is probably already out on her balcony watching...