I have been a slow worker ever since I can remember. I got through school by making use of my natural intelligence. I got into trouble in university because when left to myself, I’m not terribly good at Getting Shit Done and if I don’t employ a host of tricks, hacks and strategies, I suck at time management. I tend to be late, and I’ve got zero sense of time. I’m a night owl. But somehow I managed to graduate.
When I started my first job, things stopped going so well. Continue reading
So, in my last post, I mentioned a bad job that was threatening me. I managed to avoid that, which was, as one acquaintance told me, quite a feat!
The situation might repeat, and I’m still struggling badly with time management. On the other hand, that music editing job becomes more and more satisfying, and less and less I want to go back into corporate work.
I’m totally out of my routine – which is ironic, as the mini-part time day job I’ve just begun (which will, hopefully, grow beyond the “mini” some day) is, in part, about music editing and music engraving. It feels good to do something related to musicology again! But I’ve spent the last weeks in perpetual upheaval. No change in sight!
After my last post, I kept listening up and down the metal part of my media collection for some days. Somehow, I was listening for what it is that I want in music in those favorite records of mine. What is the music I’d make if I had no restrictions – time, equipment, abilities, knowledge, even co-musicians – like? I still guess I couldn’t write down a definitive answer in words.
Now I’ve got some time to breathe again (before I must confront my fear of anything administrative again). I guess it will be some weeks until I hit record on my DAW, and on top it’s November, which has developed to be my “writing month” in the last few years. I’m trying to carve out time to be a musician anyway.
I lost my day job today. And my right shoulder hurts like hell (yay muscle tension) – typing is only bearable thanks to Ibuprofen.
I am heartbroken. I liked this job, and I want to stay in Freiburg. I crave bourgeois security and stability, and I’d like so much to be a little more well off. I got informed of my dismissal in the most friendly manner. It hurts anyway. Continue reading
So… I’ve just signed a contract for a new flat in Freiburg yesterday. A tiny one-room apartment. My head is still spinning and already trying to figure out how to fit my household (desk, music equipment, bedroom, kitchen and all) in the exact half of the space I had hitherto. Good opportunity to declutter quite a lot, at the moment I’m thinking of giving a lot of furniture away.
At least, the house seems decently quiet. The small river Dreisam runs beside my house, a small mountain with wood is on the other side of the river, I don’t have a far way to my new work, and the landlady seems to care quite a lot about the flat. And the flat has a balcony where I can hope to grow something – not like my current one, which facing north and way too dark for anything.
Having found a new home is a huge relief. Now I can move forward on some other fields – and if the moving goes smoothly, I can do something music-wise again soon. I already look forward to 50/90.
And without further ado: I’m moving to Freiburg.
The new job turned out to be a good thing. They want me and they’re desperately needing personnel. I’m starting on April 15th; now the next big rock is finding an place there.
Getting that job, travelling for that, doing the formalities, and now preparing to move have been disrupting my musical practice, my singing, and totally thrown me out of songwriting/recording mode. It will be a while until I can get them back – even if the instruments and the computer will be the last things I pack, I need time to get used to that new life.
So… please hold the line and wish me luck for finding a good place in Freiburg.
Something personal: I’ll be travelling next week for a potential new job. If it turns out they want me, things can get very, very hectic: I’ll then be moving to the other end of the country within a few weeks.
It has nothing to do with music, it will be a pure bread-winning job, but I’m fine with the concept of a day job – as long as it leaves some time and energy for the things I want to do, such as music.
I have been dreaming about leaving Berlin for so long. Now that it begins looking like a thing that could happen for real, I sometimes doubt it – but then, I have been living with the nagging “I should get a better job” for way too long, and the feeling of “I’m coming home” as soon as I crossed Frankfurt am Main in southerly direction has been a reliable constant in the past years. The perspective of having the job-search off my shoulders looks like a huge relief. Continue reading