This is the end of the world as we know it...
I have spent the last two days dragging enormous cardboard boxes through half the city. Our company moved to a new building (which is shit btw) and we had to do the whole moving stuff ourselves (which is equally shit).
And now we have to clean our offices ourselves because it seems impossible to have it done by the regular cleaning crew WHO DOES THE REST OF THE BUILDING AS WELL. Fuckers.
I am a little bit pissed.
Seriously. This is the second time I moved with a company and the sixth time I moved in general. And never, NEVER EVER IN THIS ENTIRE TIME have I witnessed such chaos, mayhem and mass destruction and panic.
The little organisation we had came from our assistant and god bless her for it because without her NOTHING would have worked out. The good girl really worked her ass off.
And now we gotta prepare for the 'Grand Opening' of this shithole of a building. 'Cause it's a renovated medieval castle. And there's a ginormous opening party this weekend and we gotta have a 'Pre-opening' as well (don't ask me, I don't know what this is either). The building doesn't even LOOK nice. It looks like crap.
Oh, but I have cupboards now. Go me.
Anyway, nicer thoughts please.
Speaking of which. Here's a question for you, autumnfades:
At a regular MCR show, who stands on the right hand side of the stage (as seen from the audience): basist or guitarist? Or let me place it this way: Where's Frank's place (whenever he's not groping getting groped by Gerard)?
Contrary to common belief, this is very important. Really. It is. Yes? So, help would be much appreciated.
Also? My silver lining this week:
Today - Naca7 at the Chelsea (you have no idea how seriously pissed I am that I won't be able to stay long 'cause I can't take my usual home office day tomorrow and I gotta be at the office at 9am. Sounds late but it isn't if you consider a half an hour drive + 10 minutes through city traffic and then maybe half an hour of SEARCHING FOR A DAMNED PARKING SPACE THANK YOU VERY MUCH)
*coughs* Okay.
Friday - From Dawn To Fall at the Mad Stage (where I will get shitfaced because I need to forget all the shit that's going down at work at the moment and because it's FRIDAYGODDAMMIT and because I have to work on Sunday *insert cuss here*)
Okay, this would be it. Now I gotta go clean other people's shit up and do stuff I really don't get paid enough for.
SOMEBODY DO SOMETHING *cries* HUG MEEEEEEE! Or write me porn. Or give me pretty pictures of pretty men. OR AT LEAST TELL ME THAT THIS WILL BE OVER SOON.
ETA: I might also have gotten a parking ticket. If my car is still THERE, that is. Yay. I fucking HATE THIS FUCKING JOB AND THIS GODDAMNED BUILDING AND THIS ENTIRE CITY CAN JUST GO AND KISS MY ASS.
Mmmokay. Breathe. In. And out. That's it...