thescarletwoman | Entries tagged with i hate people

Oh thank god for September. Means the start of good TV to watch again. Not that Mad Men isn't fabulous... but it's not Hugh. *g*

And seriously, I needed a good dosage of House today after my utterly, utterly craptastic day. And it really wasn't that bad, but my head is making things worse. Because we all love my head and the complexes I manage to work myself into. I just have finally started to open myself up and I mange to get stomped on. And now I feel like hiding away for the rest of the night. Oi. But I digress.

Highlight for Spoilers: All I have to say is that it was a brilliant way to start off the season. Please, can we have Cuddy wearing something decent for a change. I loved the suit, just not the fact that it was so bloody skin tight. The shutting off of cable/911 call was utter brilliance. I'm sure the H/W shippers were all asquee. *g* Summary of spoiler text: Season Opener rocked hardcore. *g*

Speaking of TV. Picked up Torchwood today and should be here by the weekend, hopefully. And out of curiosity, does anyone remember the show Early Edition?

Also -- please, people you should be watching Raising the Bar on TNT. If anything... dude, it's Zach from Saved by the Bell as a bloody lawyer. That should sell it right there. Plus, you know, Mrs Bradley Whitford is in it. Who could ask for anything more?

Current Mood: crappy
Current Music: Mystery of Edwin Drood // The Writing on the Wall

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

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.

Current Mood: murder on the mind
Current Music: Mystery of Edwin Drood // A Man Could Go Quite Mad

and then there are times I wonder why I even bother writing. I just got a review that made me feel so horrible about myself and my ability to write that I'm nearly in tears.

The one thing I've always prided myself on is characterizations. And how I craft a fic. The last thing I wrote... it wasn't intended on being a ground-breaking piece of fiction. Hell, it was mostly crackish if you'd actually read. There were things I didn't want to go into as an author and wanted to create a humourous atmosphere.

Apparently I fail and suck as a writer.

Joy.

And on top of that, I'm getting royally FUCKED with my car. The window "works" but it's not perfect. But if I want it back to how it should work, *I* have to pay the 350 bucks to do it. Yet, it was broken on THEIR watch. And then I had the general manager of the place tell me that even if someone smashed in my window while it was in their possession, it's my responsibility to replace it. I'm just livid -- and now telling me I suck as a writer isn't helping.

Anyone have any alcohol? Please?

Current Mood: crushed
Current Music: The West Wing // Hartsfield Landing

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The apparition of these faces in the crowd

Petals on a wet, black bough.

House! and other fannish things.

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