The stress...
I honestly don't know why I put up with him. Sometimes I feel as though I should put him in his place. 'His' (the person I am referring to) name is Kyle. I know at one point I spoke about him. But at this very moment, I am just irate about him. I apologize right now for the rant ahead, but this has to come out. BAD.
Kyle is a stoner, and there isn't a time when I have run into him sober. EVER. He comes to class stoned, he does his rehearsals stoned... He lives in a perpetual state of being stoned. He's really lucky I am as nice as I am, or I wouldn't give a flying fuck. So far today I have done every single person's lighting for their play... and I don't think that this will be changing any time. Thank god I might be getting extra credit for this. Our dress rehearsal was supposed to run with him going last tonight... oh yeah, I wasn't informed that he had to go 4th in line!
"I thought I was 3rd?"
"No... we agreed before we started this dress rehearsal that it was PJ, Adam, Jon, me, you."
"Oh... well... I want to go 3rd."
"BUT YOU ARE 4TH NOW!"
"Can you do my lighting?"
"Why?"
"Cause I don't want to do them and I don't know how to use the board."
I fucking didn't care at this point... just... ARGH. I'm hot, sticky, thirsty, hungry and I have been stuck in this box for 4 hours now. He makes me so angry. He gets an A- on his class stuff last semester and he was worse than I was. I managed a B I think. I don't know... I should probably start paying attention...
Kyle is a stoner, and there isn't a time when I have run into him sober. EVER. He comes to class stoned, he does his rehearsals stoned... He lives in a perpetual state of being stoned. He's really lucky I am as nice as I am, or I wouldn't give a flying fuck. So far today I have done every single person's lighting for their play... and I don't think that this will be changing any time. Thank god I might be getting extra credit for this. Our dress rehearsal was supposed to run with him going last tonight... oh yeah, I wasn't informed that he had to go 4th in line!
"I thought I was 3rd?"
"No... we agreed before we started this dress rehearsal that it was PJ, Adam, Jon, me, you."
"Oh... well... I want to go 3rd."
"BUT YOU ARE 4TH NOW!"
"Can you do my lighting?"
"Why?"
"Cause I don't want to do them and I don't know how to use the board."
I fucking didn't care at this point... just... ARGH. I'm hot, sticky, thirsty, hungry and I have been stuck in this box for 4 hours now. He makes me so angry. He gets an A- on his class stuff last semester and he was worse than I was. I managed a B I think. I don't know... I should probably start paying attention...