The Sound of Music

My long last, and in a way, forbidden love of the violin seems to be finally materializing itself as it should be. Something tangible and congruent, a reality.

Back in 2007 I bought a cheap violin, according to me to be able to play it and make awesome music. Alas, the only music I was able to make with it was the sound of the case closing and the clicking of the door behind this instrument. At the time I had no formal training in anything about music whatsoever and more than anything I did not have any time. Having class Monday thru Saturday and Sundays off to do catch up work for all of them (22 credits are not that easy when one is a pre-med major).  Needless to say that I lacked the patience and expertise in basic sight reading to be able to play even an open string G.

My brother's sudden interest in the instrument made him acquire a beautiful violin and an awesome new set of skills. Exactly like the kid that starts playing with the discarded toy because the new kid started playing with it, that's exactly how the interested in this instrument flared up again.  Now my brother, as my ever so patience  teacher has allowed me to at least start to develop the skills that allow "mediocrily" play a melody. One thing I do have to say about playing a string instrument. IT FUCKING HURTS!

The tips of my fingers have been in pain for days now from pressing them against the strings. It feels as if the strings are cutting your fingers in half and it burns. The days after it feels like the tips of my fingers are asleep, numb and tingling. It's ALL worth it. I feel the awesome level of accomplishment a child gets from learning to read. All of the sudden I can make sense of a music sheet. It really has open my ears and eyes to a new world.

Besides my fingers hurting, no bitching rant. I'm pleased and very glad that I have found found my love for music that I had lost a while back.  The sound of music has found me; again.

There and Back Again

Since my last post I was pretty much unemployed but then out of nowhere on my own bed, from my phone, I decided to scout the evil realms of internet to look for a job. Needless to say that that same night I had a job and I had to start the very next day :)
I had to pack bread in an assembly line type of work. There was only 3 people in total and there was a lot of work to be done. I kept thinking on how I have a science degree and I have to be in a factory packing bread to be able to afford my education! Seems in a way counter productive since the whole point to go to school is not to do this kind of jobs.  It's only temporary I keep saying to myself.  Well this job seemed pretty good until we had to get payed for all those extra hours we worked.  Well it turns out that these people didn't want to pay the over time, love to give orders to their workers and complained about everything. Not exactly a smart move when all the work is done by the only 3 people they have because you're so cheap to hire someone else. Anyway, all that I could forgive in a way but what I could not take anymore is that they misstreated this 19 year old kid because he was part black. Obviously they didn't say it was because he was black but everytime all of the boss's family and him would just start yelling at him for no reason whatsoever. My boss's dad was very abusive as well to the point that he almost tried to hit the black kid with a cable.  I could not take that anymore, all of the workers, the kid another guy and me, decided to leave that job at the same time. We left and demanded our last pay check. We left them with orders to do for three states that they had to do on their own.
In a way I don't feel bad because people like that only have money because they take advantage of poor people's nesessity, mistreating and abusing, not to mention stealing money from their own workers. Racism was just the cherry on top.
Eitherway, now I'm back on my bed looking for a job again thus the title.
Ps. Glad I'm done with them :)