I’ve been spending a lot of time here at work fixing things that were broken. Sure–they weren’t completely broken–but to me, if things are the same on a group of servers, then it is easy to maintain them–you don’t have to learn a process all over again on a different box because someone did it a different way.
Anyways. Enough about my boring job.
Here’s what’s been looming on my mind the past few days–the Apple store. I taught a video blogging class this past Saturday. Before the class I teach, there’s an “intro to iTunes” class, which I often sit through to see what I might catch that I didn’t know, and also to see what I can feed my own class with (you know, like “Sabrina said this”, blah blah). Well, the first time I taught the class, it was just weeks before Christmas, and the video iPod had just come out, and everyone was interested in what I had to say. Also, the girl teaching the class gave a little lead-in to mine, so that people would know what was coming up, and they might stick around.
This time, though, no such luck. She ended her class with “thank you all for stopping by,” and that was it. She had twenty or more people listening to her too. When she was finished, they all just got up and… left. It was me, the Apple store guy who was there to help me, and two of my friends. Everyone else left. It was terrible. I was standing up there for an hour, and I felt like I was talking to myself. No one gave a shit–no one at all.
When it was all over, I basically said, “that was that.” The Apple store guy apologized several times for neither he nor the lady giving me any kind of lead-in, and I told him it was completely not his fault. He putzed around with iLife for twenty minutes and showed it to me, and then I left. A friend who had come to the class invited me to go eat lunch with him, but honestly I just wasn’t even feeling well. I just wanted to cry. How stupid is that?
It’s just that so often I feel all alone in this vlogging thing. I feel like no one really gives a shit. My readership has dropped. There’s more interesting vloggers out there, I guess, and I just fall into that “wannabe” category. Scott was the one who told me to hold on–that when this vlogging thing really hits, I’ll be seen as one of the pioneers. I just don’t know. I was so discouraged on Saturday–I can’t even describe it. It was a hopeless, pitiful feeling.
Saturday night and Sunday night, while Scott was in San Antonio with the kids, I didn’t really do anything at all–I just sat at the computer and cleaned up my iTunes, adding some album art and deleting junk I don’t really listen to. I have just under 3,000 songs, and it’s a pretty solid library of stuff I like.
When the kids came home, it was good to get some huggies. Rainlin cuddled with me on the couch for a while, and Daddy went to the store. Dylan went to bed, but he was up at 2am projectile vomiting. I swear, it was the stinkiest puke I have smelled in all my thirty years. Never before have I almost myself barfed at one of my kids’ vomit smells–but last night I almost did. I tried to clean up a little, but Scott had to do the rest. I have a pretty weak stomach.
This morning I cajoled Dylan out of bed and tried to figure out if he was well enough to go to school. I was going to call Daddy to come home (he goes to work before I do) and take Rain to school when Dylan out and said “I’m going to go get dressed for school now” and waddled off. I haven’t gotten a call from the teacher, so I guess he did okay. Just another hour and I’ll be going to pick him up anyways…
