What. The. Fuck?!!
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hollybrookePossibly worst twenty-four hours of my life. Encountered a ton of dumbases and really difficult people in general at work. Had to close with Jenn, and she was in prime "I don't want to work here anymore" mode, so of course, she took her sweet-ass time closing down last night. Making ME late. Making ME speed, making ME be tailed by a state trooper all the way until I turned onto Broadway. I showed up during the "Rock and Roll High School" trailer.
Okay, I have a bitching I need to take care of. At the next cast meeting, I think we need to discuss the rule of having the backup around with a costume on hand in case the person who is supposed to be performing is not there on time to go on. (Props to Karly for getting an outfit togther last minute for FRANK, of all characters, when Cecilia called in sick.) And you know, I was really REALLY shaken up and pissed off to even be running late on COWBOY NIGHT, of all nights. I mean, I performed on Pirate Night, for chrissakes. It did not cost me much to make my costume. I think all I did was go to the Dollar Store for a bandana and that's it. Simple enough. Denim skirt, flannel plaid shirt. One of my worst performances ever, IMHO. Those damn spurs got on my nerves. My feet STILL hurt from my boots. I was tripping over my spurs (now I know why cowboys walk bowl-legged). I was whacking people with my spurs. I nearly SAT on the damn things, too.
I know I was bitching and complaining during the show, and I apologize for those who had to experience it, and I shouldn't have been complaining, but...I don't know. After all of this, I had to sit down for about a half hour or so after waking up from the catastrophe that was last night (for me, anyway) and really had to take stock of my life. Do I really want to be working crappy dead-end jobs for the rest of my life? Fuck no. Blockbuster is okay and all, but I don't want to be there forever. No, I really need to get on the ball with my writing, and getting back to school so I can fucking finish it up already and get my degree. Doesn't help much when I have the worse fucking case of writer's block ever. I can't seem to resolve that one part. I honestly think the muses or whatever are mocking me. Whatever. I lack inspiration. Can't find any meaning anymore.
::Holly's okay, really. It's just PMS. All she need is some chocolate, a nice foot rub/back rub, a nap, and she should be okay. Just let her go into her room and cry herself to sleep and she should be okay.::
Okay, I have a bitching I need to take care of. At the next cast meeting, I think we need to discuss the rule of having the backup around with a costume on hand in case the person who is supposed to be performing is not there on time to go on. (Props to Karly for getting an outfit togther last minute for FRANK, of all characters, when Cecilia called in sick.) And you know, I was really REALLY shaken up and pissed off to even be running late on COWBOY NIGHT, of all nights. I mean, I performed on Pirate Night, for chrissakes. It did not cost me much to make my costume. I think all I did was go to the Dollar Store for a bandana and that's it. Simple enough. Denim skirt, flannel plaid shirt. One of my worst performances ever, IMHO. Those damn spurs got on my nerves. My feet STILL hurt from my boots. I was tripping over my spurs (now I know why cowboys walk bowl-legged). I was whacking people with my spurs. I nearly SAT on the damn things, too.
I know I was bitching and complaining during the show, and I apologize for those who had to experience it, and I shouldn't have been complaining, but...I don't know. After all of this, I had to sit down for about a half hour or so after waking up from the catastrophe that was last night (for me, anyway) and really had to take stock of my life. Do I really want to be working crappy dead-end jobs for the rest of my life? Fuck no. Blockbuster is okay and all, but I don't want to be there forever. No, I really need to get on the ball with my writing, and getting back to school so I can fucking finish it up already and get my degree. Doesn't help much when I have the worse fucking case of writer's block ever. I can't seem to resolve that one part. I honestly think the muses or whatever are mocking me. Whatever. I lack inspiration. Can't find any meaning anymore.
::Holly's okay, really. It's just PMS. All she need is some chocolate, a nice foot rub/back rub, a nap, and she should be okay. Just let her go into her room and cry herself to sleep and she should be okay.::
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Date: 2004-06-27 07:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-28 05:19 am (UTC)Hey, we'll miss you in cast, but now I'm going to have to shoulder a lot of the role, hon. And now I'll have NO one to back me up now. Kind of like how Jeri is in now at the moment. I'm not mad, I'm just very upset. Thanks a lot.