thescarletwoman: (TV // Vulcan :: Fuck Off)
You know what's always nice? Getting yelled at for doing your job because an actor just so happens to be an asshole and doesn't know how to keep his mouth shut.

Yes, dickwad -- you ripped your pants. Wasn't even that bad, really. When I'm walking INTO the show 45 minutes before curtain is NOT when you come up to me and shove your ass in my face and fucking prance around about it. Particularly as I have JUST walked in, am still laden down with instrument and other bags. I laid into the little cocksucker. I wasn't mean (as [livejournal.com profile] rose_whispers will attest), but I was firm. And dude. The rule is: you lose a button or a shirt needs ironed, you do it yourself. If it's a major incident you tell the stage manager ASAP and she will phone the costumer.

ALWAYS been this way.

Our delicate flower runs to the director and says I was mean and how upset he was.

So what happens? Bitch-face Almi decides to bitch me out in front of the entire fucking cast. Saying how I'm on staff now and we don't treat volunteers this way. Dare I mention that at green room opening night almi says (and I quote): "I'd like to formally welcome our newest staff member, Eric!" May I mention that Eric was hired mid-July. I was hired in August.

Right. Bitch.

So. Fucking. Annoyed.
thescarletwoman: (TV // TWW :: Get into Trouble)
I'm at work right now -- and I really don't care that I'm on LJ and probably shouldn't. I'm having what has to be the worst night ever here.

I came in in a good mood. I really did! Just got back from the casino wherein I won a couple hundred bucks (ended up $50 ahead of where I began) and was feeling great. Then I walked into the store. Starts with Erin's daughter here. I don't do well with little kids. My two nieces I adore. Other little kids... not so much.

Things are degenerating from there.

1. Was on the phone with the devil!child (tm) that I teach. Get off the phone and Jim ONCE MORE yells at me for talking too loudly. Anyone who knows me knows that I have a voice that projects. Jim takes pride in telling me, it seems like once a week, that I'm too loud. I've never ONCE heard anyone say I'm too loud. And Jim says that, listening to me, everyone holds the phone a foot away from their head. Yeah. that makes me feel wonderful.

2. We're busy. I work in a small two room mom and pop type music store. We're NEVER busy. Yeah, save for tonight. 5pm comes and Jim is OUT the door, even though we're busy. The phone has been ringing off the hook and given the fact that I started typing this at 5:30 and it's ten minutes later... it's insanely busy here tonight.

3. The lesson book is totally and completely fucked up. Erin is the one who does all the spreadsheets as who owes what. I just take payments. So when people (this has happened FOUR times tonight and it's only 5:30. I got here at 4:00) say that the teacher cancelled 3 weeks in a row and I only see one, I have to go by the book. And I have people yelling at me, saying they don't want to pay for lessons they're not getting -- which I agree with. But please, stop yelling at me as if this is my fault. I have no control over it.

Can I cry now? Or curl up into a tiny, tiny ball?

And I have another hour and a half here. *cries*

*points to icon* that is exACTly how I feel right now.
thescarletwoman: (TV // Vulcan :: Fuck Off)
Yeah. I'm posting today. Meh.

I also am so pissed I can't see straight.

Took my car into dealership to fix the heater properly (rather than have it jammed open).

Found out TODAY that the part is the wrong one. The right one will cost me $3,300 (2,000 for part; 1,300 for labour). No fucking way.

Pick up the car and the window is FUCKING BROKEN.

And they're claiming they didn't do it.

To replace? Either $8 or $350. And basically insinuated I'm paying.

NO FUCKING WAY.

So now, my window is taped up. May I remind them that this is Erie? And you know it's STILL SNOWING? Like right now?
thescarletwoman: (Movies // Clue :: Flames)
I had an absolutely wretched day at the theatre today. Andrew, even down in Florida, heard about it and called tonight to make sure I was okay and only got off the phone with him a little bit ago.

I know there's more with LJ/6A and I can't be arsed to read anything right now because it's just going to put me into an even worse mood. Point of all that -- I'm staying here on LJ. I'm testing Scribblit and once the bugs get worked out will probably be my main home along with LJ. One of these days I'll figure out how to mirror my LJ to IJ and GJ. Eventually. If you have a link as to how to do that easily, pass it along. I'm just not ready to give up my flist here. I've been here for a good 4 or so years it's like home. ♥s you guys

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I'll keep posting this so please keep friending me wherever you go. I don't want to lose track of any of you should you leave LJ.

Theatre-wise? Today just so totally fucking sucked.

*has alcohol in hand* *lots of it*

I think I'm going to go curl up with a trashy romance novel and just go to bed.

I just really fucking hate people right now.

Unless anything changes in the next week -- this will be my last show at the Playhouse. Which saddens me to no end, especially because of how everything came about.

Will write about this when I'm a, not pissed and b, not about in tears -- as I've been back and forth between them both today.
thescarletwoman: (HP // Knut :: Call Someone)
Thank fucking god, but camp is over. And it took all of this weekend to recover. *mutters*

It was... one of the worst experiences of my life. Well, that may be a slight exaggeration as the children were (mostly) wonderful. It was a small group, so it was hard to really do anything with them. There were a couple I was ready to strangle by the end of the week, though.

Especially 10 year old children who bring TWO cans of Vault EACH to drink at lunch. Omg. Can we say hyper children bouncing off the walls? I realised during this week -- that I really do NOT like children aside when medium rare and a side of ketchup. It makes me wonder if I REALLY want to go back next year and continue teaching. I don't know if I can do it without killing myself.

But what was horrible this week -- was one of the instructors I was supposed to work with. Now, when we planned camp, we were going to have two string ensembles. One for the beginning strings conducted by Mr Gong and the advanced strings directed by myself. Well, he came in, combined ALL the students together and took over all the conducting duties. Then, on TOP of that, when it came time for the students to have private lessons, he wouldn't let me work with any of HIS students that he brought with him to camp. The point of a summer music camp is to LEARN new styles and get to work with NEW instructors. I finally got so pissed off I just said: "what, are you expecting that I'll screw your students up by working with them for an hour?"

He absolutely ruined the entire week for me. Plus there's a language barrier as he has a VERY thick accent. And doesn't ALWAYS understand what you're trying to say. And I'm sure he looked at me as the 23 year old female and assumed I knew nothing.

*sigh*
thescarletwoman: (Vulcan)
So yeah, my recital. You remember -- the one back in April that I promised to post MP3s of when I got my cd?

Well, reason they haven't been posted is because I have never gotten my CD. You know, it's only just 5 months later. And I've been emailing them constantly for the past few weeks trying to figure out WHERE the hell it is.

Isn't it nice to learn that the recording studio fucking LOST my DAT file.

Thus. No recording. From one of the BEST performances I have ever given, with probably the best accompanist IN the con.

Their solution: we'll refund your money (you bet your ass you will) and give you a free recording session. Nice, only NOT FUCKING PRACTICAL. I haven't played ANY of this music since April. I need lessons to brush up on it. Also have to DRIVE from Erie to fucking Cleveland several times (wonderful. Gas is $2.55 a gallon here) AND get myself a new accompanist. Because there's no way I can ask Stuart for another favor.

I am SO fucking pissed off I can't even see straight.

That and really fucking upset too.

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