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Man some people are funny.
I've been working since tuesday at a big corporate function for the Australian Association of College & Uni Housing and they've been paying Team X (that's the DJ company I work for, for those who don't stalk me) $200 a day for me to sit around and basically read Terry Pratchett books.
Oh once or twice a day I play some (very) quiet background music while they all have morning tea and stuff, but my primary function over the four day conference is to play a few chosen songs that are meant to amusingly correspond with the following speech topic (ie, "Born in the USA" for the speech about college resident trends in the States. ha. ha.) Amusing that is if you've had your sense of humour surgically removed.
And it's not even whole songs!!! It's just a couple of bars (usually containing the chorus or "funny" line)!! The number of songs works out to an average of about four a day. And for that I'm getting around $100 a day. In the hours between songs I've been wallpapering the city with Covenant posters.
Fair enough tonight I came in to work the dinner (for which I will receive another day's pay in itself :) but only ended up doing half an hour of dance music and then running to catch the last train out of the city at 12:13. But I did get to watch a guest speaker do some FUCKING HILARIOUS impersonations of some of our best-known political figures. His Howard had me nearly on the floor. (that sounded wrong... argh for nearly a whole week without sex!) AND!!!! The conference staff were so happy with me (why? It's not like I've had to *do* anything!) that they presented me with a leather case during the dinner... I think it's meant to be for carrying bottles of alcohol in but I've got a certain item in mind and if it fits then I will be doing a jig the next time you see me out.
And finally there is tomorrow. I have to play one song. ONE FUCKING SONG. IN FACT A FEW BARS OF ONE FUCKING SONG. The next time you see me out (hopefully doing my jig) then worship me as none other than a SUPERSTAR DJ because tomorrow I'm going to play a song that's going to net me $100 SMACKEROOS. I better have my best rock star pose ready. And maybe some hoochies either side of me (scratch that... make it a topless Sam :) and a metre long line of coke in front of me. Yes, I've been looking forward to this all week.
I'm working saturday night out in fucking *Daylesford* but will eventually get to Carmilla's, so I better see some cholos out! Till then, ciao folks!
Love Dan
I've been working since tuesday at a big corporate function for the Australian Association of College & Uni Housing and they've been paying Team X (that's the DJ company I work for, for those who don't stalk me) $200 a day for me to sit around and basically read Terry Pratchett books.
Oh once or twice a day I play some (very) quiet background music while they all have morning tea and stuff, but my primary function over the four day conference is to play a few chosen songs that are meant to amusingly correspond with the following speech topic (ie, "Born in the USA" for the speech about college resident trends in the States. ha. ha.) Amusing that is if you've had your sense of humour surgically removed.
And it's not even whole songs!!! It's just a couple of bars (usually containing the chorus or "funny" line)!! The number of songs works out to an average of about four a day. And for that I'm getting around $100 a day. In the hours between songs I've been wallpapering the city with Covenant posters.
Fair enough tonight I came in to work the dinner (for which I will receive another day's pay in itself :) but only ended up doing half an hour of dance music and then running to catch the last train out of the city at 12:13. But I did get to watch a guest speaker do some FUCKING HILARIOUS impersonations of some of our best-known political figures. His Howard had me nearly on the floor. (that sounded wrong... argh for nearly a whole week without sex!) AND!!!! The conference staff were so happy with me (why? It's not like I've had to *do* anything!) that they presented me with a leather case during the dinner... I think it's meant to be for carrying bottles of alcohol in but I've got a certain item in mind and if it fits then I will be doing a jig the next time you see me out.
And finally there is tomorrow. I have to play one song. ONE FUCKING SONG. IN FACT A FEW BARS OF ONE FUCKING SONG. The next time you see me out (hopefully doing my jig) then worship me as none other than a SUPERSTAR DJ because tomorrow I'm going to play a song that's going to net me $100 SMACKEROOS. I better have my best rock star pose ready. And maybe some hoochies either side of me (scratch that... make it a topless Sam :) and a metre long line of coke in front of me. Yes, I've been looking forward to this all week.
I'm working saturday night out in fucking *Daylesford* but will eventually get to Carmilla's, so I better see some cholos out! Till then, ciao folks!
Love Dan