Oh, good god.  

hereforyou6217 43M
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1/29/2006 5:59 pm

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm

Oh, good god.


So right now I'm not home (or "home", as I like to think about it) in Georgia. I'm away on business in Florida. OK, I'll give away this much of myself-- I'm a musician, and I'm on tour. Usually when my group goes out on tour, we're out for a week, ten days maybe. This one is two weeks. And to add insult to injury, it's fourteen days in ten different hotels. I've currently been on the road for a full week, and tonight is the first night where I'm even considering unpacking at all.

It's nice, though-- we're in a really nice, nearly-brand-new hotel, and we're going to be here for three nights. Considering I've already been on the road for a week, it's time to spend a few nights in the same place. Not to mention laundry! I get to do laundry. I mean, I did bring 14 pairs of underwear and everything, but still. It's nice to have clothes that don't smell like the inside of my garment bag.

So tomorrow's another show, and it's another day, and it's another time to do a little exercise, ride the bus, play golf on my phone, read, eat... and suddenly it occurs to me:

I'm getting paid to do this. I love this job.

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