So, as most of you know, I am 90% unemployed (I'm still freelancing and MadSciencing). This means I am NOT constantly checking my dayplanner (old school, analogue, paper model). Which means at 7:45 tonight I got a call from my producer asking me if I was caught in traffic...because I was supposed to be performing at 8pm.

Now, I had been trying to trade this date to another performer, but not because I didn't want it, I was just hoping to be out of town this weekend. It didn't work out for a number of reasons and I gave my boss every assurance that I would be there and excited to perform, since I haven't done the show in months.

And then this friggin' happens.

Seeing as how the shoe was at Kowloon, there was NO WAY IN HELL I stood any chance of getting up Rt. 1 in 15 minutes, in costume and make-up no less.

I am SO not happy about this. I am SUPREMELY pissed at myself.

And the thing of it is, I even looked at my planner this afternoon during my MadSci meeting, since I was jotting down notes on a potential gig I might be doing.

But somehow, it didn't register.

Dammitall.

In happier news, tomorrow we travel a bit west for birthday japes and tomfoolery (and semi-drunken couch snuggling, which is practically a competitive sport with this group).
And today I actually received a personal email from a potential employer...the gist was "I've got responses up to my nose, so once I sort out the chaff I'll let you know where you fell" kind of thing, but he DID say the magic words "I enjoyed your cover letter".

Your quote of the day is a phrase Lars came up with for Snipe:

Vogon Chewtoy

Essentially, Snipe fell asleep with her D20 necklace on, resulting in a bruise she inferred to resemble a Vogon hickey. Lars, being the man he is...

wench18? I think this might require the creation of a pin for Snipey...

Tags: acting, grumble, quote, update

In yesterday's adventure, we encountered a logical conundrum:
Since the drag castors on the curtains weren't working well enough (the curtains were still tending to keep themselves moving...deomstrating the Laws Of Motion in a way NOT conducive to the production), they tightened them down so they wouldn't move as easily.

And then they wondered why we were having so much trouble moving them.

o.0

Um, okay, think about it guys:
You made the thing harder to move, so it is now harder to move.

Are we seeing the issue yet?

No?

*bashes skulls with Logic Stick*

How 'bout now? [insert light dawning, dimly, somewhere off to the left].

Mooks.

Tags: grumble, tech

The one I posted recently about favorite curse words/derogatory terms? I forgot a very important one:

ASSBAG!!!

So, when we left our heroine after our last post, she planned on ibuprofen, perhaps a nap, and making phone calls. Calls were made, messages were left, ibuprofen and heating pad were put to good use, and a nap on the couch was enjoyed.

Despite her stiffening and cranky back and impending sinus issues, our heroine returned to work the load-out of the concert.

Only when she arrived, the cops at the gate told her "you need to move along". I explained that I was there to work the concert. "You need to move along" was apparently the only phrase programmed...though there was a WIDE range of tones (from polite, to firm, to nearly belligerant). Now with 9 or 10 cars behind me, a squad car pulls in front of me in a perpendicular manner, and the cop talking to me went to talk to that cop, still motioning for me to move...how and where I didn't know. Then BOTH cops came up to me and told me to move...standing on the only open side of my car (the front being less than 3' from the aforementioned squad car, the rear having a line of cars, and the right being, well, a curb full of snow). Eventually cop#2 realized HE would need to move to allow the line of cars to move. So we all moved. I tried to get in via the back way...also blocked off. I drove by from a different direction and flagged down a different cop, and explained that I was supposed to work and was now late for my call because the other guys didn't know where I was supposed to park...I told him the name of the lot where we are usually told to park (which is usually the 'open sesame' phrase), only to have him start in with the "You need to move along" speech. Except he said to try the nearby garage.
Fine, I figured I'd tell the bossman what was going on and ask if he'd reimburse the parking...I was sure I wasn't the only one facing this issue. The concert having now let out, there were lots of pain-in-the-ass dressed-in-black pedestrians. I eventully got to the garage without mowing anyone down, only to find ANOTHER cop not allowing anyone in...his job was to empty the garage before letting anyone new park in it.

W.

T.

F.?!?!?!

So I tell him my sob story in as friendly a manner as possible, and he tells me to try the other garage that is even yet further away from the arena. It's automated, so I should be able to get in.

More pedestrian dodging, poor traffic direction by rent-a-schmucks, and I get to the other garage...to find 2 more cops, who are also under orders to empty before filling.

Fine. Drive BACK to the arena, figuring maybe now they'll be letting people in...see one of the tour busses heading in, see some cars heading in, OK...I'll be a little late, but so will everyone so no big deal. Nope, false alarm. It has now been a total of 30 minutes. I can't park in the arena lot because, well, no one told the cops that workers are supposed to be let in to, um, WORK. Can't park in the garages, because an empty garage is a happy garage. Can't park on the side streets, because A) most are already full B) there's a snow ban and C) I've already seen the tow trucks out en masse to fix A and B.

Did I mention that the scheduler/ususal crew boss is out of the country right now? Oh, yeah. She's out of the country, her phone doesn't work, so we had to communicate via email. Which is fine, but she never gave me contact info for the crew boss for this show, so I couldn't call him to say "Hey, the rent-a-dicks won't let us in, can you send someone to persuade them otherwise". So I paused on a side-street, sent a text message email to this out-of-the-country person, and came the fuck home.

So now my back is even MORE unhappy due to the stress, the cold, and the extended period of time driving; I will be tagged as a 'no-show' for the load-out (though I am sure I won't be the only one); and I won't get my 'local crew' t-shirt. But you know what, I don't care. Why? Cuz it's all a bunch of

ASSBAGS!!!

Tags: grumble, rant

A few weeks ago, I filed for unemployment. Since then, every Saturday night I have filled out my 'work activity log' in as detailed a manner as possible, and every Sunday morning after Phantom Gourmet, I have called in to the voicehell line to report activity and earnings.

I call in today, and the c*ntwaffling system says "I'm sorry, your claim has been closed due to a failure to report for one or moer weeks. Please call the Teleclaims center during regular hours of operation, Monday through Friday [blahblahblah]..."
W T F!!1!???

I make damn sure I complete every call. I wait for the 'Your claim has been completed', or whatever it is they say, I even wait the two extra minutes it takes for them to tell me I can do all this online (which is a lie, I've never had the online system work for me), and I can visit any walk-in center for job placement, all the way unitl it says "Thank you for calling. Goodbye.", just so this kind of assmunchery doesn't happen.

And of course, Monday is Martin Luther King Day. Which means I have to wait until Tuesday to call in. So I can spend 45 minutes on hold and another 30 minutes arguing that no, I am not re-opening a claim - I am CONTINUING a claim - with someone who doesn't want to be working there in the first place.

Bite me backwards.

/rant

Tags: grumble, rant
Feelin'...: cranky

Heather had a GREAT feature tonight, so glad I made myself go and be social for three hours at El Hut Du Java.

And now, I resume my funk, having used up all my civility.













Feh.

Tags: grumble
Feelin'...: feh