Beauty and the Mess
I'd read the previous entry before this one...
Two numbers into the second show, I lost half of "the effective" lights because of an on going yet not yet properly diagnosed problem.
Usually when this happens here, I have to wait for a big "end bump" to restart them because of what doing that does to a few not-so-subtle lights - doing it at the WRONG time looks so bad that even 90 year olds pop their heads up and say "WTF?!?!"
I noticed that I had lost five of my "children" during "Over the Rainbow" - I'd never seen half of a rainbow until now.
Biv, james Biv.
The next song was "Off to see the Wizard" - great - end bump - next song was the first of two fast and furious Irish tunes that I spent a lot of time on. I hit the end bump and there was a long talking section by mr. flute. I was then told on headset by Sound Guy/Boss that I'm not to restart the lights at the end of songs because two of the lights were being loud and it was "annoying" - not "distracting", not "too loud", but "annoying."
Annoying - like what it's like to spend all day on a design and then have half of your lights CRAP OUT ON YOU?!?!?!?
Part of my brain did it's "snap" thing and instead of saying things that would sure have gotten me fired (despite my honest to goodness "refridgerator worthy" 60 day evaluation that I got today), I quickly said "I appreciate you bringing that to my attention. Thank you."
Clearly, that meant "fuck you, neanderthal".
"It's loud. You need to do it in the middle of songs."
"Yes. I appreciate you bringing that to my attention. Thank you." I wasn't going to fight with the man. Clearly, in his mind, "Someday I'll wish upon a star and" FLASH FLASH, CLANG CLACK CLACK CLANG CLANG made sense and I was too busy trying to figure out how to pull the show out of my ass to keep myself from saying something incendiary to be any more diplomatic than that.
While the end result wasn't what I'd call good, I managed to improvise to the point where it didn't look like I had just flipped on some work lights and said "Good night!"
I got so angry I started laughing.
I was so angry that I had my first vodka and sprite (single, NOT a double) in over a year.
It feels good and I want more, but tomorrow is another day and I need my brain.
I may hate it here more than ever, but I need this job and I have a reputation to uphold on board.
Still - I'm SO pissed off right now.
Two numbers into the second show, I lost half of "the effective" lights because of an on going yet not yet properly diagnosed problem.
Usually when this happens here, I have to wait for a big "end bump" to restart them because of what doing that does to a few not-so-subtle lights - doing it at the WRONG time looks so bad that even 90 year olds pop their heads up and say "WTF?!?!"
I noticed that I had lost five of my "children" during "Over the Rainbow" - I'd never seen half of a rainbow until now.
Biv, james Biv.
The next song was "Off to see the Wizard" - great - end bump - next song was the first of two fast and furious Irish tunes that I spent a lot of time on. I hit the end bump and there was a long talking section by mr. flute. I was then told on headset by Sound Guy/Boss that I'm not to restart the lights at the end of songs because two of the lights were being loud and it was "annoying" - not "distracting", not "too loud", but "annoying."
Annoying - like what it's like to spend all day on a design and then have half of your lights CRAP OUT ON YOU?!?!?!?
Part of my brain did it's "snap" thing and instead of saying things that would sure have gotten me fired (despite my honest to goodness "refridgerator worthy" 60 day evaluation that I got today), I quickly said "I appreciate you bringing that to my attention. Thank you."
Clearly, that meant "fuck you, neanderthal".
"It's loud. You need to do it in the middle of songs."
"Yes. I appreciate you bringing that to my attention. Thank you." I wasn't going to fight with the man. Clearly, in his mind, "Someday I'll wish upon a star and" FLASH FLASH, CLANG CLACK CLACK CLANG CLANG made sense and I was too busy trying to figure out how to pull the show out of my ass to keep myself from saying something incendiary to be any more diplomatic than that.
While the end result wasn't what I'd call good, I managed to improvise to the point where it didn't look like I had just flipped on some work lights and said "Good night!"
I got so angry I started laughing.
I was so angry that I had my first vodka and sprite (single, NOT a double) in over a year.
It feels good and I want more, but tomorrow is another day and I need my brain.
I may hate it here more than ever, but I need this job and I have a reputation to uphold on board.
Still - I'm SO pissed off right now.