||[Sep. 25th, 2007|02:36 pm]
What a day.|
Concert went pretty well, I thought. We were all flat, but we were all flat together.
Afterwards, Mary Jane cornered me, asked me if I was on drugs or an alcoholic, recommended I seek counseling, and then told me she put in the paperwork to have me fired. I'm so glad I quit, though I'm about 2% disappointed it won't leave me with a reference. One of the guards told me Amber quit, too. I knew something like that would happen. I'm not the only one who things MJ is a little crazy.
Chorale is really freakin hard, much more challenging than any other ensemble I've been in. I love it. Just makes me more resentful of this bullshit with the band. I'm surprised at the quality of the other basses, though. Maybe I really am just that good? Seems hard to believe. I want to talk to Dr. Greenlee.
I'm also disappointed that I turned into a little child in band yesterday when Jahnke started patronizing me. I can't stand the man, but I'm a big boy and I should be able to fake it for 90 minutes 3 times a week.