Time to Leave
by Monopatinista on April 14, 2008I've got a job now. I'm a slave to the wage. Hopefully this time around I can get enough money to get through university.
My job seems pretty simple, although I only had my first day today and it was just training. I have to book customers into hotels. They call me, I find the hotel they want, try to sell them a bit more stuff than they want, and at the end of the week I get paid.
I have to work one weekend a month now. I hope it won't affect my relationship with my girlfriend. It shouldn't be too much of a problem.
My band may be falling apart at the moment it seems. Everyone except the band leader, Matt, wants to move our style out of pop-punk and into something less restrictive, less formulaic, less shit. He just doesn't seem to develop his taste in music, and it really bothers me.
I've clandestinely formed another band, with a friend and her friend. We were jamming the other day and came up with a very excellent hardcore song. We decided that hardcore would be our genre, or at least our guideline. I've just been developing my taste for the harder side of music, so this is perfect for me. Perhaps I can persuade the guitarist to play mathcore...
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