Ok soooooooo
I’m not happy. but what else is new?
Work last night SUCKED SO MUCH ASS.
There were too many complications that I will not get into detail over. But here’s the break down.
a) hospitality rider was two pages long and they wanted it ALL
b) had to trek over 100 miles in the first two hours.
c) Forced into shopping at WALMART
d) No towels
e) Everybody wanted towels
f) Had to take orders from stage hands
g) Stupid teenagers
h) Drunk nostalgic middle agers (hitting on me ALWAYS)
i) Went for sushi and GOT LOST (more like couldn’t find a parking space but it still took me 30 minutes to drive 12 blocks)
j) Fucking café got the order wrong and I was too stupid to double check. Had to go back.
k) Opening act was too drunk to handle their business (wanted me to do it for them. I said no. I hate having to say ‘no’ to people, who just don’t get, that you’re telling them to politely fuck off)
l) Had to count merchandise
m) Picked up sweaty ass used towels after the show.
n) Waited 2 hours to get the final ok on the merchandise cut
o) Had to HAGGLE over the merchandise cut. (do they not realize I don’t make decisions like that?? LOOK AT YOUR CONTRACT FUCKERS!)
p) Didn’t get to leave until 1:00 when the show ended at eleven.
On the upside: my purchases balanced to the penny. And when I went for my ceremonial post work beer at the proletariat I wasn’t there for more than two minutes before I had a beer, a cigarette, and a pretty girl talking to me. That was nice. Plus, heart to hearts with Jason rule pretty fucking high.
Today, I got awoke early in the morning (after I was asleep by 3:00) by Michelle.
“hey sam, wanna goto the zoo?”
“hell yeah, I’ll be at your house in an hour.”
We talk our way into the zoo for free, see monkeys doing things that were funny., see the big kitties sleeping, see sea lions being like water dogs, and leave because by then it was too hot to be outside. We then go to fiesta buy a shit ton of carrots and oranges, go to my parent’s house, get out the juicer and make about a half gallon of carrot juice with a hint of orange. Delicious.
Then coffee with an old friend. Serene.
I’m bummed now, I can’t spend any money ‘till Tuesday.
I don’t work again until next Saturday the 11th. Shittastic. I need the money badddd.
I’m motherfucking exhausted. If there’s porch drinkin’ going on, give ol’ sam a call so he can leave the house. If I’m gonna have no cash to so I can pay the phone bill the fucking thing might as well get used. I’ve got some quarters. I can get a forty. And I can….well I’m pretty useless, but people have expressed a liking to my presence in the past. So don’t hate. Love.
Work last night SUCKED SO MUCH ASS.
There were too many complications that I will not get into detail over. But here’s the break down.
a) hospitality rider was two pages long and they wanted it ALL
b) had to trek over 100 miles in the first two hours.
c) Forced into shopping at WALMART
d) No towels
e) Everybody wanted towels
f) Had to take orders from stage hands
g) Stupid teenagers
h) Drunk nostalgic middle agers (hitting on me ALWAYS)
i) Went for sushi and GOT LOST (more like couldn’t find a parking space but it still took me 30 minutes to drive 12 blocks)
j) Fucking café got the order wrong and I was too stupid to double check. Had to go back.
k) Opening act was too drunk to handle their business (wanted me to do it for them. I said no. I hate having to say ‘no’ to people, who just don’t get, that you’re telling them to politely fuck off)
l) Had to count merchandise
m) Picked up sweaty ass used towels after the show.
n) Waited 2 hours to get the final ok on the merchandise cut
o) Had to HAGGLE over the merchandise cut. (do they not realize I don’t make decisions like that?? LOOK AT YOUR CONTRACT FUCKERS!)
p) Didn’t get to leave until 1:00 when the show ended at eleven.
On the upside: my purchases balanced to the penny. And when I went for my ceremonial post work beer at the proletariat I wasn’t there for more than two minutes before I had a beer, a cigarette, and a pretty girl talking to me. That was nice. Plus, heart to hearts with Jason rule pretty fucking high.
Today, I got awoke early in the morning (after I was asleep by 3:00) by Michelle.
“hey sam, wanna goto the zoo?”
“hell yeah, I’ll be at your house in an hour.”
We talk our way into the zoo for free, see monkeys doing things that were funny., see the big kitties sleeping, see sea lions being like water dogs, and leave because by then it was too hot to be outside. We then go to fiesta buy a shit ton of carrots and oranges, go to my parent’s house, get out the juicer and make about a half gallon of carrot juice with a hint of orange. Delicious.
Then coffee with an old friend. Serene.
I’m bummed now, I can’t spend any money ‘till Tuesday.
I don’t work again until next Saturday the 11th. Shittastic. I need the money badddd.
I’m motherfucking exhausted. If there’s porch drinkin’ going on, give ol’ sam a call so he can leave the house. If I’m gonna have no cash to so I can pay the phone bill the fucking thing might as well get used. I’ve got some quarters. I can get a forty. And I can….well I’m pretty useless, but people have expressed a liking to my presence in the past. So don’t hate. Love.