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I worked at http://www.familyvalueslive.com/ in Hartford, CT on Sunday. It was the worst work day I've ever had...period.
No one who worked there wanted to be there. At Ozzfest, everyone BEGGED to go, I even got Fen on the payroll just so she could go with us. Ozzfest was awesome, but Family Values...OH NO NO NO, you HAVE to work it.
FVT was a punishment of sorts for everyone. I didn't think I would have to go to it, but I was told just 3 days beforehand that I was to show up in Hartford at 11am and stay until after 10pm.
It was a Sunday, it was rainy, it was muggy and hot. There were several accidents that day for some ungodly reason, something upwards in the 50s across Connecticut. That is fucking a lot considering how big the damn state is.
The lineup sucked copious amounts of balls, I can't stand Korn kids. The type of people who showed to this thing were blatantly stupid, they didn't even try to hide it, the beer they put down before 1 fucking pm was proof enough. I met some of the worst scum ever at that venue. One charming young lad wore a white shirt with the purposefull intent of getting as many different people's blood on it as he could...oh he succeeded alright! WOO LETS MOSH PIT TO PEOPLE PLAYING MUSIC THAT SOUNDS LIKE A DOG BARKING BUT WORSE RAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!
Rinse and repeat that shit all day. Band after band after crap band came and went. The day didn't get any better. From the lack of staff, to the stupidity of the crowds, to the amount of money the food and alcohol vendors drained our customers of cash, it was a failure of a day.
The only thing that made the day really, really, I mean REALLY horrible day, was a little Italian gnome named Vinny. If the name wasn't generic and stereotypical enough to make you gag, his personality would finish you off. This fucker was supposedly good friends with the owner of the company. He put him in charge of all tour operations, and we were stuck listening to this fruitcake yell, bitch, whine, and complain about everything we do or don't do(in his eyes). He went out of his way to yell and threaten. I think that because he is old, ugly, and very small, he feels he has to make up for it by verbally pushing people down to make himself feel bigger. Everytime one of us looked at him, he was lighting another stogie, I don't know where he got them all from. We were also privy to seeing him lean against a wall and stroke some jailbait, so he was a lech too.
Korn was the last band of the day, and they sucked as usual. No one here cares about Korn, majority of the crowd left the place before they hit intermission on their set. We were able to pack it up at that point, but even after we were already gathering money, putting away product, and taking down the tents, he still found ways to jump up and criticise us. So much anger and bitterness in this little gnome that he found ways to yell, swear, and threaten us about everything from the way/speed we were dissmantling the tents, the lack of enthusiasm from people who've been there all fucking day yelling on bullhorns about crap cds the crowd already knows about, and even the fact that we didn't sell every Korn cd(seriously, no one gives a fuck about them up here).
I got there at 11am, and I didn't get to leave the damn thing until 11:30pm. It is Monday night, almost midnight, and my feet STILL throb. I refuse to do another FVT ever again
Oh yeah, fuck Korn.
No one who worked there wanted to be there. At Ozzfest, everyone BEGGED to go, I even got Fen on the payroll just so she could go with us. Ozzfest was awesome, but Family Values...OH NO NO NO, you HAVE to work it.
FVT was a punishment of sorts for everyone. I didn't think I would have to go to it, but I was told just 3 days beforehand that I was to show up in Hartford at 11am and stay until after 10pm.
It was a Sunday, it was rainy, it was muggy and hot. There were several accidents that day for some ungodly reason, something upwards in the 50s across Connecticut. That is fucking a lot considering how big the damn state is.
The lineup sucked copious amounts of balls, I can't stand Korn kids. The type of people who showed to this thing were blatantly stupid, they didn't even try to hide it, the beer they put down before 1 fucking pm was proof enough. I met some of the worst scum ever at that venue. One charming young lad wore a white shirt with the purposefull intent of getting as many different people's blood on it as he could...oh he succeeded alright! WOO LETS MOSH PIT TO PEOPLE PLAYING MUSIC THAT SOUNDS LIKE A DOG BARKING BUT WORSE RAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!
Rinse and repeat that shit all day. Band after band after crap band came and went. The day didn't get any better. From the lack of staff, to the stupidity of the crowds, to the amount of money the food and alcohol vendors drained our customers of cash, it was a failure of a day.
The only thing that made the day really, really, I mean REALLY horrible day, was a little Italian gnome named Vinny. If the name wasn't generic and stereotypical enough to make you gag, his personality would finish you off. This fucker was supposedly good friends with the owner of the company. He put him in charge of all tour operations, and we were stuck listening to this fruitcake yell, bitch, whine, and complain about everything we do or don't do(in his eyes). He went out of his way to yell and threaten. I think that because he is old, ugly, and very small, he feels he has to make up for it by verbally pushing people down to make himself feel bigger. Everytime one of us looked at him, he was lighting another stogie, I don't know where he got them all from. We were also privy to seeing him lean against a wall and stroke some jailbait, so he was a lech too.
Korn was the last band of the day, and they sucked as usual. No one here cares about Korn, majority of the crowd left the place before they hit intermission on their set. We were able to pack it up at that point, but even after we were already gathering money, putting away product, and taking down the tents, he still found ways to jump up and criticise us. So much anger and bitterness in this little gnome that he found ways to yell, swear, and threaten us about everything from the way/speed we were dissmantling the tents, the lack of enthusiasm from people who've been there all fucking day yelling on bullhorns about crap cds the crowd already knows about, and even the fact that we didn't sell every Korn cd(seriously, no one gives a fuck about them up here).
I got there at 11am, and I didn't get to leave the damn thing until 11:30pm. It is Monday night, almost midnight, and my feet STILL throb. I refuse to do another FVT ever again
Oh yeah, fuck Korn.