you and i both
while i was just standing there, quietly going about my work in a very unusual manner (of which multiple people pointed out: "you're so... quiet... today. what's wrong?"), people started streaming into the building from almost every door. what's going on? i kept going about my work. i love the days where i'm the only girl working. i get treated like a princess. i get all the simple tasks that the moron sisters usually get, like holding the tape measurer, marking the half points of things, and cool things like that. no focusing lights for me. it's considered strenuous if i have to measure and cut tape at the same time. while i was reveling in my luck, a group of mean spirited boys come up to me. "what are you doing?" uh. what does it look like, numbski. "setting up for a show next week..." duh. i give him the beneift of the doubt. maybe his mommy dropped him on his head. it was kinda flat. "when will you be done?" what's it to you? when my boss tells me i'm done. i don't asnwer to myself here. i answer to that guy. and that guy. and those two over there. "i think the cut is at six," i tell him.
at this point, every other member of the crew has become very aware that somebody is talking to me and in not a very nice voice. the person in the booth has lowered the audio. i can handle it, guys. what is he going to do, afterall?
it doesn't matter. it's like somebody is fucking with their kid sister. their heads perk up or come down below the curtain (assuming he's on the lift). movement begins. a general pattern of motion occurs toward my location. "We're supposed to have the hall at three. so-and-so told me so. she organizes all the events here." is that so, bub? you must not have met my boss, then. he organizes all the events everywhere."you're wasting your time talking to me. you see htat man? he has your answers." i didn't even have to point, because by that time, J.O. (the ultimate boss man) was basically on top of me. thanks for the rescue, boss. two others stand behind him, just for some sort of emotional support, i guess. another follows me to the shop, where i put something away. "what did he say to you?" i can't believe it. i'm ok, guys. big girl. it was so weird! "he just asked me what we were doing." i can see that he wants to hurt somebody. i'm laughing at this point. "JO will show him what's up. i'm sure of it." it's ok cole, everything is going to be alright.
they walk me to my car too. even when it's still daylight. even if you can see the car from the steps. must have an escort. two, if there has been some sort of broadcasted murder, kidnap, or rape lately.
it's funny to think that, even if you didn't realize it, work always becomes your life. bosses ask you over and over again to fill in, work a little more, sign up for such and such gig and every time, you have a good reason not to. well, there is only so many excuses you can serve up a man who has heard it all. six men, actually. yes, that's right. i have six bosses. or something like that. two main bosses and a lot of other chiefs. that's a lot of poeple to report to when you've only got something like 15 coworkers, 4 if the show is completely staffed.most of them don't count anyway, as they are completely useless.
too many chiefs and not enough warriors.
anyway, the more they ask of you, the more you crumble. it starts small, of course. sure, i'll work for three hours here. sure, i'll stop by between classes and focus a few lights. sure this. sure that. and then, when they know you're compitent enough to handle the big guys and have you marked as one that typically gives in under pressure, they hit you up for the long hauls. 11 hours here. 9 hours there. just sit on the hall while this group rehearses. just work audio for that group. but, don't worry. you'll get a dinner break. you'll get a few hours off during hte show, if you want, to study for that midterm. you'll get to hang out with all of your favorite people (who are only so because you happen to be spending many hours with them). you think, well, it doesn't get much worse than this. at least everyone is like family to me these days. that's when you let your gaurd down.
and that's hwen you get slapped with the hard stuff. work 10 hours friday night, 8 hours saturday, 9 hours sunday? what, you don't want to work all weekend? you have a life outside of campbell hall? the door that reads "Mission Control Authorized Personel "Only"" isn't your front door? well, how about work friday night and sunday? you have plans for friday? that doesn't matter. at least one boss has a huge guilt trip on how much more convenient it is for you to work, rather than him. you tell them to make it up to you. they know they will. give and take. since hwen is work a give and take situation? i'm used to strickly business, not a relationship.
but the real kicker is when you're enjoying your saturday off, lounging around, thinking that, perhaps, you'll do something productive, when in comes a stampede of.. who else? your coworkers. lunch break, they say. didn't get enough of you yesterday, they claim. they come baring gifts, states another. two minutes later, you have a plate of pizza, a cup of some highly toxic liquid (otherwise known as soda), a full crew in the living room, everyone is joking and taking care of eachother just like at work, your entertainment system has been rewired and organized, the matrix is being viewed and every line helplessly recited by at least two of the crew, and you've been lectured on why surround sound is always a necessity and chasticed about why you didn't hook up the speakers of your stereo to your... vcr? that thing works? huh. and just as quick as that, you've been sucked in. work is your life. you're a lifer, if you can hack it and lack motivation. these people aren't your bosses. not your coworkers. they're part of you.
it's all just too disgusting for me to handle.
at this point, every other member of the crew has become very aware that somebody is talking to me and in not a very nice voice. the person in the booth has lowered the audio. i can handle it, guys. what is he going to do, afterall?
it doesn't matter. it's like somebody is fucking with their kid sister. their heads perk up or come down below the curtain (assuming he's on the lift). movement begins. a general pattern of motion occurs toward my location. "We're supposed to have the hall at three. so-and-so told me so. she organizes all the events here." is that so, bub? you must not have met my boss, then. he organizes all the events everywhere."you're wasting your time talking to me. you see htat man? he has your answers." i didn't even have to point, because by that time, J.O. (the ultimate boss man) was basically on top of me. thanks for the rescue, boss. two others stand behind him, just for some sort of emotional support, i guess. another follows me to the shop, where i put something away. "what did he say to you?" i can't believe it. i'm ok, guys. big girl. it was so weird! "he just asked me what we were doing." i can see that he wants to hurt somebody. i'm laughing at this point. "JO will show him what's up. i'm sure of it." it's ok cole, everything is going to be alright.
they walk me to my car too. even when it's still daylight. even if you can see the car from the steps. must have an escort. two, if there has been some sort of broadcasted murder, kidnap, or rape lately.
it's funny to think that, even if you didn't realize it, work always becomes your life. bosses ask you over and over again to fill in, work a little more, sign up for such and such gig and every time, you have a good reason not to. well, there is only so many excuses you can serve up a man who has heard it all. six men, actually. yes, that's right. i have six bosses. or something like that. two main bosses and a lot of other chiefs. that's a lot of poeple to report to when you've only got something like 15 coworkers, 4 if the show is completely staffed.most of them don't count anyway, as they are completely useless.
too many chiefs and not enough warriors.
anyway, the more they ask of you, the more you crumble. it starts small, of course. sure, i'll work for three hours here. sure, i'll stop by between classes and focus a few lights. sure this. sure that. and then, when they know you're compitent enough to handle the big guys and have you marked as one that typically gives in under pressure, they hit you up for the long hauls. 11 hours here. 9 hours there. just sit on the hall while this group rehearses. just work audio for that group. but, don't worry. you'll get a dinner break. you'll get a few hours off during hte show, if you want, to study for that midterm. you'll get to hang out with all of your favorite people (who are only so because you happen to be spending many hours with them). you think, well, it doesn't get much worse than this. at least everyone is like family to me these days. that's when you let your gaurd down.
and that's hwen you get slapped with the hard stuff. work 10 hours friday night, 8 hours saturday, 9 hours sunday? what, you don't want to work all weekend? you have a life outside of campbell hall? the door that reads "Mission Control Authorized Personel "Only"" isn't your front door? well, how about work friday night and sunday? you have plans for friday? that doesn't matter. at least one boss has a huge guilt trip on how much more convenient it is for you to work, rather than him. you tell them to make it up to you. they know they will. give and take. since hwen is work a give and take situation? i'm used to strickly business, not a relationship.
but the real kicker is when you're enjoying your saturday off, lounging around, thinking that, perhaps, you'll do something productive, when in comes a stampede of.. who else? your coworkers. lunch break, they say. didn't get enough of you yesterday, they claim. they come baring gifts, states another. two minutes later, you have a plate of pizza, a cup of some highly toxic liquid (otherwise known as soda), a full crew in the living room, everyone is joking and taking care of eachother just like at work, your entertainment system has been rewired and organized, the matrix is being viewed and every line helplessly recited by at least two of the crew, and you've been lectured on why surround sound is always a necessity and chasticed about why you didn't hook up the speakers of your stereo to your... vcr? that thing works? huh. and just as quick as that, you've been sucked in. work is your life. you're a lifer, if you can hack it and lack motivation. these people aren't your bosses. not your coworkers. they're part of you.
it's all just too disgusting for me to handle.
posted by The Smart Pineapple at 15:47
2 Comments:
hahahahha, library folk keep their distance, I'm hardly even on a first name basis with these dudes. In fact, I haven't even met the 6, yeah thats right 6 new hires. I'm only semi friends with two people at the library, and thats just because we have mutual outside friends meaning sometimes we run into eachother at parties. I've been to the house of two co-workers. No busting down the doors to chill with library goons. uh-uh no way.
And the funny part is, I kind of wish it were like that...
yeah, well. pasture is always greener... you know.
they fixed teh screen door too until you entered the picture. thirty seconds with marissa's gentle nature and, not only is the bottom of the screen door off the tracks, but the top is off too. the entire thing is now a delicate shade for the bbq. good work, m.
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