Ahh, the good life…
Work last night was as mild as it could get. I was pleased but sleepy.
After being awoke early to help gramps move a bed and a couch, I went to work. I took the catering fund to the store and was about half done finding all their random shit when Sean calls (having a cell phone pays off big time here) and says that all Jimmy Chamberlin wants is Gatorade, chips, and red bull (like 24 red bulls). I was just, “YES!! I’m done then!” So I get back, stock the dressing room, give the bands their meal buyouts (drop trio had no idea what I meant by giving them 18 dollars for nothing, but whatever), and stood around for a few hours. I counted up merchandise for the vendor fee, got a bunch of people their dinner, and stood around for another few hours. Jimmy Chamberlin Complex wasn’t too bad. I could have done with a few less jazzy riffs, but it was pretty listenable…at least from the next room. The show ended at like 11:15, I counted out my petty cash and receipts (fucking had 87 pennies. It took like half an hour to balance), got paid and was out by 12:30.
I went to the proletariat for a beer and really couldn’t have cared les that it was deserted. I was just glad to sit down in the corner with a beer and listen to some R&R, breath and be still and silent.
Today I will be reassembling and updating my resume. If anyone has any leads to where to send it, or wants to hire me, let me know.
After being awoke early to help gramps move a bed and a couch, I went to work. I took the catering fund to the store and was about half done finding all their random shit when Sean calls (having a cell phone pays off big time here) and says that all Jimmy Chamberlin wants is Gatorade, chips, and red bull (like 24 red bulls). I was just, “YES!! I’m done then!” So I get back, stock the dressing room, give the bands their meal buyouts (drop trio had no idea what I meant by giving them 18 dollars for nothing, but whatever), and stood around for a few hours. I counted up merchandise for the vendor fee, got a bunch of people their dinner, and stood around for another few hours. Jimmy Chamberlin Complex wasn’t too bad. I could have done with a few less jazzy riffs, but it was pretty listenable…at least from the next room. The show ended at like 11:15, I counted out my petty cash and receipts (fucking had 87 pennies. It took like half an hour to balance), got paid and was out by 12:30.
I went to the proletariat for a beer and really couldn’t have cared les that it was deserted. I was just glad to sit down in the corner with a beer and listen to some R&R, breath and be still and silent.
Today I will be reassembling and updating my resume. If anyone has any leads to where to send it, or wants to hire me, let me know.