I gotta say I’m really impressed with all the high-tech equipment they have around here to manage tour data like the schedules for Andrea Bocelli and Creed. It sure is a big difference from the old 1912 Underwood typewriters and dictation machines we used at my last job.

And what about those fax machines? Aren’t they something? A minute doesn’t go by that they’re not spewing out new dates for Hatebreed or Jack Johnson. It’s definitely an improvement over the telegraph system we used at my last job. Not to mention all the mistakes we used to make translating Morse code into English. Isn’t technology wonderful?

And I’m just blown away by this whole email thing. It’s incredible! Like today when someone in Los Angeles emailed me the Midnight Oil itinerary. It was like, instant, you know? Beats the hell out of carrier pigeons, that’s for sure.

They say you can’t teach an old dog new tricks, but I’m gonna prove them wrong. It may take a while, but I’ll get a handle on all of this whiz-bang stuff. Of course, it takes a bit getting used to having a TV connected to a typewriter, but it sure makes editing the schedules for Journey and Lucinda Williams a whole lot easier.

Plus, the kitchen in this place is amazing. They have a box that will cook popcorn in three minutes. Three minutes! Can you believe that? That would really make my old coworkers at my last job jealous. That and the indoor plumbing.

But do you know what the biggest difference is between working here at Pollstar.com and my last job? At my last job I was the man in charge, but here I’m just starting off on the bottom rung of the corporate ladder. Here it’s “James, would you please enter the dates for the Vans Warped Tour 2002?” and “James, would you please proof the schedules for John Mellencamp and Pink?” Yeah, it sure is different than my old job when I was the boss. Those days when I was top man on the totem pole.

Those years when I was running the U.S. Immigration and Naturalization Service.

Oh, look, that must be one of those electrical rodents I’ve heard them talking about. Now, what did they call it? Oh, yeah, a “computer mouse.” Gosh, what will they think of next?