My first day at HMT was terrifying. I was frightened of the learning curve, but now I’m realizing how big it truly is. I can answer phones and I can ask Rowan for assistance, but I didn’t know anything about bagpipe chanters, and about how to string mandolins, or what a banjola was, or that they existed… I’ve learned about bowed saltries, but not neccessary how to play or spell them. I’ve learned a lot about trumpet oil and that there are reeds inside of a lot of instruments that I mostly interpreted as metal tubes with buttons on them. I learned that HMT and IMT were two different entities, and that anyone trying to buy an instrument for someone else is just dumb. I discovered that I know a lot less than I thought about guitars, and that I know a lot more than I thought about banjos. I learned about accordian filter mesh and that I can not ever get my tongue around Gilberto’s name, and that if I say it they way it’s spelled, he’ll probably place a bodhran tipper in places that would require a much more intimate friendship with Rowan to get removed. Yes, everyone assumes that that level of friendship is already there… but… I mean… well… it was a long time ago.
All in all, not a bad job, I just want to learn how to make myself more useful than I am a nuisance. I want to be a helpful rob.
