Fuck it, I quit
no I didn't quit my job, though I was tempted to and tonight would have been the perfect time to do it. I quit caring. That's a lie. The more I try to not care the more upset I get over the little things which I normally really wouldn't care about.
So I did some errands and things today. Talked a lot on AIM to Jacci this afternoon while doing a little more cleaning. I can't wait fo rher visit to NYC (shh, keep it a secret, we are going to surprise a friend of hers who some of you may know as Marquis, who also lives in Brooklyn.) I don't want to get too excited though, cause when one anticipates a visit or event or cosmic alignment too much it never meets the expectations, or else downright blows, which seems to be the pattern for me. More to come on that.
My check came earlier than I expected. That was the only good thing that really happened today. Oh, and I had some good steamed dumplings before work. But other than that it was a washout.
I got to work and it was hell from the moment I stepped in the door. Stan was behind,as can be expected as the week picks up momentum and we are still understaffed. It took me forever to get caught up, and then I had to deal with fucking Ruth Berkowitz., She is the most inconsiderate, annoying and bitchy producer ever. I'd take jay james who takes twenty minutes to get to the point over her any day. She's not the only person or thing I have to attend to, thank yopu very much. Asside from her, it was nice to have Kim Bratt there. Her laidback British humour (like that there?) and wit was a nice break. Did not actualyl take a break though. Went for a smoke to aleviate some stress and bought a smoothie and a piece of chocolate mud pie cake or soem shit liek that. I needed something gorging after the stress. Luckily (I guess...) the stress and workload kept me from dwellign on the fact that I was missing Bowie for Ruth's sake. Fucking bitch. That is, until I read Jenna's account of the concert.
It sounded like it was an amazing fucking show, with an incredible setlist. Very Reality heavy, which is ultimately what I was most excited about: getting to hear the new songs before everyone else. But what really blows is that she was unable to get either of the recording devices into the show. I gave myself a migraine rushing around to get that fucking MD recorder the other day, not to mention forking out $170 bucks I really do not have to spare, and it was all in vain. A boot of the show had better surface somewhere, and soon, or I am going to explode. It is SOOOO frustrating to be so close to something and have every cosmic force seeminly set on preventing it from actually happening. And what makes it worse is that I had to deal with Ruth. If she does not get canned again (like they did last time--why did anyone rehire her?) soon, I am going to kill her myself.
After work, I was able to meet up with trynne and two of her friends whose names I have forgotten, at a bar in Brooklynfor a few drinks. It was nice to see her again. We have not hung out for ages.
I'm a bit buzzed, but I needed it, cause today was so fucking horrendous, and am going to go to bed. I have not put my newly washed sheets on my bed since I did them on Sunday. Two nights of sleeping on my comforter and my blanket. At this point, what I sleep on is the last of my concerns.
Now I see why so many people in the entertainment industry use drugs heavily. I am starting to think that'd be a better way to deal than to vent annoyingly into my computer.
Must go to bed now.
Fuck it, I quit.
So I did some errands and things today. Talked a lot on AIM to Jacci this afternoon while doing a little more cleaning. I can't wait fo rher visit to NYC (shh, keep it a secret, we are going to surprise a friend of hers who some of you may know as Marquis, who also lives in Brooklyn.) I don't want to get too excited though, cause when one anticipates a visit or event or cosmic alignment too much it never meets the expectations, or else downright blows, which seems to be the pattern for me. More to come on that.
My check came earlier than I expected. That was the only good thing that really happened today. Oh, and I had some good steamed dumplings before work. But other than that it was a washout.
I got to work and it was hell from the moment I stepped in the door. Stan was behind,as can be expected as the week picks up momentum and we are still understaffed. It took me forever to get caught up, and then I had to deal with fucking Ruth Berkowitz., She is the most inconsiderate, annoying and bitchy producer ever. I'd take jay james who takes twenty minutes to get to the point over her any day. She's not the only person or thing I have to attend to, thank yopu very much. Asside from her, it was nice to have Kim Bratt there. Her laidback British humour (like that there?) and wit was a nice break. Did not actualyl take a break though. Went for a smoke to aleviate some stress and bought a smoothie and a piece of chocolate mud pie cake or soem shit liek that. I needed something gorging after the stress. Luckily (I guess...) the stress and workload kept me from dwellign on the fact that I was missing Bowie for Ruth's sake. Fucking bitch. That is, until I read Jenna's account of the concert.
It sounded like it was an amazing fucking show, with an incredible setlist. Very Reality heavy, which is ultimately what I was most excited about: getting to hear the new songs before everyone else. But what really blows is that she was unable to get either of the recording devices into the show. I gave myself a migraine rushing around to get that fucking MD recorder the other day, not to mention forking out $170 bucks I really do not have to spare, and it was all in vain. A boot of the show had better surface somewhere, and soon, or I am going to explode. It is SOOOO frustrating to be so close to something and have every cosmic force seeminly set on preventing it from actually happening. And what makes it worse is that I had to deal with Ruth. If she does not get canned again (like they did last time--why did anyone rehire her?) soon, I am going to kill her myself.
After work, I was able to meet up with trynne and two of her friends whose names I have forgotten, at a bar in Brooklynfor a few drinks. It was nice to see her again. We have not hung out for ages.
I'm a bit buzzed, but I needed it, cause today was so fucking horrendous, and am going to go to bed. I have not put my newly washed sheets on my bed since I did them on Sunday. Two nights of sleeping on my comforter and my blanket. At this point, what I sleep on is the last of my concerns.
Now I see why so many people in the entertainment industry use drugs heavily. I am starting to think that'd be a better way to deal than to vent annoyingly into my computer.
Must go to bed now.
Fuck it, I quit.