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So yesterday, my supervisor didn't like how I had hand sewn a certain seam, so at 4:50 p.m., I had to rip out everything I had done since lunch and start over. After the rest of shift yesterday and about an hour this morning, I got it re-done, and it did look better.
Of course, then she noticed that she'd forgotten to tell me to do a step in the middle, so when I get back from lunch, I get to take it out again, do that step, and then hand sew the seam a third time.
I want to shoot something.
Edit: So I got back from lunch, and she told me that we'd leave it for the fitting tomorrow and to start on the pants to go with the shirt. Pants made from velvet. I have spent all afternoon and half of the evening fighting them, and I do not have a net gain of a single stitch. They're currently in pieces by my machine. I thought about staying late to work on them, as they have to be done for tomorrow, but if I looked at them for one more second, I was going to cry.
And then the woman who is going to be my supervisor for wardrobe (dressing the actors for the shows) felt the need to remind me that I have to be finished for the fitting. Excuse me, bitch, what the fuck do you think I'm having this nervous breakdown over?!
Of course, then she noticed that she'd forgotten to tell me to do a step in the middle, so when I get back from lunch, I get to take it out again, do that step, and then hand sew the seam a third time.
I want to shoot something.
Edit: So I got back from lunch, and she told me that we'd leave it for the fitting tomorrow and to start on the pants to go with the shirt. Pants made from velvet. I have spent all afternoon and half of the evening fighting them, and I do not have a net gain of a single stitch. They're currently in pieces by my machine. I thought about staying late to work on them, as they have to be done for tomorrow, but if I looked at them for one more second, I was going to cry.
And then the woman who is going to be my supervisor for wardrobe (dressing the actors for the shows) felt the need to remind me that I have to be finished for the fitting. Excuse me, bitch, what the fuck do you think I'm having this nervous breakdown over?!