rant - sorry
here is the aforementioned rant that i warned ya'll about
I HATE PERCUSSIONISTS
During the frickin-waste-of-my-time master class, Dr. E. came up to me to tell me all about how we were in the auditorium that day and to make sure i got there early to move stuff down. blah blah blah. sure dude, that's what we always do, nothing new.
i get there 20 min. before rehearsal (and w/ the exception of carline who called to me) NO ONE SHOWED UP. Here i was moving all the shit that I DON'T PLAY downstairs cuz i was tired of ethington bitching at me. I had to have Shane-the-flute-player help me out, who thankfully, was more than willing. When they finally showed up and all there stuff was on stage - they just walked in and didn't say anything to me.
not: sorry, i was late
not: thanks for getting the stuff
not: wow, how'd you do all this yourself
it was - we don't have to play till 4 right? i wanted to kill ALL OF THEM.
stupid percussionists
i'm tired of taking the shit for their mistakes. i ALWAYS come to rehearsal. i ALWAYS move the stuff. and i ALWAYS learn my parts. o wait, and i take time out of my day to assign the parts so everyone gets something that they'll enjoy. why do i have to get yelled at when we can't play trittico cuz kyle's not there? wtf. how should i know? Just because i'm a girl, that does NOT mean i'm their mother
i have talked to bull about it. i've talked to tapia about it. and laverty knows it goes on. but i finally had enough and i just sent an angry e-mail to ethington asking him to say something. aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
no wonder it was me that dropped the wheel down the elevator. it could ONLY be me, cuz i'm the only one who moves stuff. i fucking can't stand it anymore.
-wong-
I HATE PERCUSSIONISTS
During the frickin-waste-of-my-time master class, Dr. E. came up to me to tell me all about how we were in the auditorium that day and to make sure i got there early to move stuff down. blah blah blah. sure dude, that's what we always do, nothing new.
i get there 20 min. before rehearsal (and w/ the exception of carline who called to me) NO ONE SHOWED UP. Here i was moving all the shit that I DON'T PLAY downstairs cuz i was tired of ethington bitching at me. I had to have Shane-the-flute-player help me out, who thankfully, was more than willing. When they finally showed up and all there stuff was on stage - they just walked in and didn't say anything to me.
not: sorry, i was late
not: thanks for getting the stuff
not: wow, how'd you do all this yourself
it was - we don't have to play till 4 right? i wanted to kill ALL OF THEM.
stupid percussionists
i'm tired of taking the shit for their mistakes. i ALWAYS come to rehearsal. i ALWAYS move the stuff. and i ALWAYS learn my parts. o wait, and i take time out of my day to assign the parts so everyone gets something that they'll enjoy. why do i have to get yelled at when we can't play trittico cuz kyle's not there? wtf. how should i know? Just because i'm a girl, that does NOT mean i'm their mother
i have talked to bull about it. i've talked to tapia about it. and laverty knows it goes on. but i finally had enough and i just sent an angry e-mail to ethington asking him to say something. aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
no wonder it was me that dropped the wheel down the elevator. it could ONLY be me, cuz i'm the only one who moves stuff. i fucking can't stand it anymore.
-wong-