The Dignity of Labor.

 

In about an hour, I will begin applying my two degrees and considerable brawn to a new job; hopefully there is nothing over eighty pounds to be carried solo. I am starting work at Capitol Audio Rental in Burbank. Jay’s brother (Scott) and I will be delivering fancy new audio equipment to various studios in town. Apparently this is a constant transaction, as it merits two full-time delivery people.

 

After not holding what many may (not) call “actual employment” for some time, I am excited at the prospect of nine hours of the day disappearing. Kudos to Papa, master of the sedentary lifestyle, for not going crazy every single day. I have learned in the last month that I cannot be left alone with my thoughts for longer than twenty minutes.

 

I sat next to a violinist named Chelsea on the plane to LAX yesterday. After some conversation, I ventured to ask whether the strange contortion of the neck (to place chin on violin) required, keeping the instrument in place, ever left her real sore. She took that as “all violinists look stupid while playing.” I spent the next thirty minutes claiming a love for the violin I do not really hold. I don’t think she likes me very much.