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.

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