Another side effect of high unemployment

I got a look at a short biography of the people I'll be working with in a few months--these are all new employees, and I'll be joining them at the new location for our office.

These people are all ridiculously qualified. Sheesh. It looks like this:

• Former space shuttle astronaut, combat fighter pilot, Master's Degree in Physiology and Philosophy. Hobbies include world travel, learning new languages, playing in the NFL, and consulting with US Presidents.
• Former Justice, Ninth District Court of Appeals. Jurist Doctorate from Harvard, BA from Yale, body by US Steel. Hobbies include translating ancient manuscripts and knitting prosthetic limbs for wounded veterans.
• Former neurosurgeon, MD from Princeton, minor in Ecclecticism. Hobbies include writing best selling novels, directing multi-million dollar feature films, and high wire.

Yadda yadda yadda . . .

Then there's little old me. No degree. Just one published story, a collection of tunes online that only I listen to, and I have to get up to pee at least four times a night.

I'll get over it, I'm sure. I bet they'll be a dream to work with, and that's not sarcasm.

In other news, I'm really struggling with this new tune. I think--maybe--I've finally cracked it, but the next attempt will be the fourth. This is the hardest it's ever been to create the sounds I hear in my head. It's dificult, but if I can pull it off it'll be really good. So, it's worth it.

So, that's what's on my mind this Friday night. What are you thinking about? How are things with you?