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2005-10-17 - 6:11 p.m. So our Becky Thatcher quit on Thursday (for those paying attention, i.e., none of you, that'd be the day after their big blowup from Wednesday's entry.) They had one big fight too many, and she called the producer to serve notice right before our final show that day. Our producer and his last minute everything wasn't helping things any, either. That same day, we didnt' know what hotel we were staying at that night or how to get there till 10 minutes after the end of the last show. Fun. Then came the Friday from hell. It started off nicely- only 2 shows, both at the same school, with a 2 hour gap in between, long enough to check into our weekend hotel in Normal and get a decent lunch, go to the early afternoon show, and get on with our weekend. Except for the part where FedEx didn't get our package to us on time. Apparently when FedEx sends something from Chicago to Normal (a 2 hour drive at worst), it has to go on a plane? I dunno why, but crappy weather conditions in Chicago (fog?) delayed the flight, and we didn't get our package with our paychecks in it till about 5:30. Oh, and in order to make sure we got it, we had to stay at the delivery area, the school, unitl it arrived. In other words, we got to sit, looking like shady child molesters, in a catholic school/church parking lot for 3 hours. THREE HOURS, waiting for the damn package to show up. Becky calls FedEx several times, and is told several different things, leading to her getting pissed enough to get hung up on by the customer service department. Lucky customer service- they could hang up and not have to listen to her anymore. Not so for those of us in the car with her. I just love listening to someone get so frustrated with an operator that they are, quite literally, screaming wordlessly at nothing in particular. The truly saddest part of the whole thing, honestly, is that Tom Sawyer doesn't seem to realize how irritating he is. Either that, or he's lying when he says he doesn't know what it is that's setting her off so much. I'm not sure which is worse- that he deliberately baits her into getting pissed and then pretends to me that he doesn't know why it's happening, which makes him an asshole and a liar, or B) that he's so completely socially retarded that he honestly DOESN'T know why it's happening. I don't care anymore. One of them is leaving, meaning there'll be a new dynamic to adjust to. I wish The Guy would go, too, so I could be rid of both of them, but for now I'll just take a new Becky, and hopefully the tourwill be over before they have time to come to hate each other, and New Becky will at least put on better performance than Old Becky. And by the time Old Becky finishes her last 2 weeks, I'll have 3 1/2 weeks of tour left, one of which is in Milwaukee, so I can get away for awhile, then a week in Madison, where i can get away some more, then just 1 1/2 week left, possibly less. 2 weeks, break, 2 more weeks. That's what I keep telling myself. And I have a cold. Joy. I promise something other than complaining about the total asshats I work with and for in my next entry, or the sad state of my body. For now I'm gonna wallow in hate and nyQuil and try to feel better in time for the show tomorrow. Ken Interestingly enough, this song came on my randomizer while I was writing this, so I'm gonna post the lyrics, because they're quite appropriate. We come on the sloop John B So hoist up the John B's sail The first mate he got drunk So hoist up the John B's sail The poor cook he caught the fits So hoist up the John B's sail � |