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I recieved an email last night from work about "professionalism" in regard to attendance and tardiness. It was a mass email generated for every teaching artist I suppose, or just the first year teachers or just those of us they deem unprofessional. Maybe I dont like receiveing those types of emails after putting in a long week for them or maybe I am just being paranoid because I have not been the most punctual teacher but I do not like being managed through fear. Again my job was held over my head and I do not think that is very professional, but I digress.

I do not want this to be the space where I constantly bitch about work, not having time and new york in general so I am going to try and mix it up a bit. Last night was pretty cool if not a little weird. I hung out with my boss from the job I have had the longest, here in NY. He is my age, actully a bit younger and he invited me over to rip cd's, which I am completely against but I humored him. He is trying to turn me onto Reggae which I want to believe there is good stuff out there, simply because Joe Strummer adored it but alas I find most of it kind of hokey sounding. He did play some great sounding songs, not that I can for the life of me remeber what they are. So we smoked and listened to records and talked about music, which for me was the coolest part.

listening to dexter gordon::go