Work alternately makes me really happy (when I attempt an arrangement and it turns out well, for instance) and really not happy (the register runs out of paper and I can't find the extra rolls for two days, or an attempt at artistic expression goes horribly awry and I end up just putting all the flowers back in their buckets and forgetting the whole thing). It's still a coin toss on any given day.
I've been listening obsessively to Jolie Holland's Escondida. I wouldn't have thought that her music would go well in this ritzy yuppie shop, but for me it fits perfectly. Maybe I just need some cynical vocal stylings or something. But damn, what a fantastic cd.