(((Shir)))
My bsck is trying to kill me today. I'm trying to decide if this is going to ruin my plans for the day or not. I'm sick of being whiny and in pain all the time.
We can come by between classes. Usually I use that time to copy over my class notes with a system of different colored pens. But it's been pointed out to me that that's, you know...insane.
Willow ,'Showtime'
Spike's Bitches 42: Which question do you want me to answer first?
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sj - Oct 19, 2008 5:58:00 am PDT #8568 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
vw bug - Oct 19, 2008 6:03:42 am PDT #8569 of 10001
Mostly lurking...
sj, I'm with you! Also, do you have time for a bit of AIM?
Nora Deirdre - Oct 19, 2008 6:15:34 am PDT #8570 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
I see your back pain and raise you whinging about my sinuses and chest cold. Bah. I canceled on my neighbors last night (don't want to get the baby sick) and my parents/grandmother today (don't want to get Grandma sick) and I feel like a tool.
Fay - Oct 19, 2008 6:15:58 am PDT #8571 of 10001
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.
Man, I really cannot believe this guy in my play. He's got the main role, and he's a pretty good actor (not outstanding, but pretty good), but, sweet weeping mother of heaven, his social skills could do with some work.
He is CONSISTENTLY late for rehearsals. Consistently. And I'm not talking five minutes here - I'm talking 45 minutes, an hour. Today, he finally called in TWO HOURS LATE to say he was on his way, by which point the stage manager told him not to bother, just to be sure he was on time tomorrow.
No word of explanation or apology on any of these occasions.
I mean, sure, we're just a wee amateur group - but all the MORE reason not to fuck people over, you know? People are giving up their free time here, to make something together. This guy is in pretty much every scene - every time he decides not to bother showing up on time, that means that six or seven other people are left twiddling their thumbs until he finally shows up.
Being a courteous little group, nobody has been giving him shit so far (although the director did make it politely clear to him, last time, that he really needed to pull his socks up. Which he has clearly taken to heart. Or, you know - not.)
We are performing in less than two weeks. So far, we've not been able to have a single crack at running the whole play.
Honestly, I'm just gobsmacked. What is he thinking? Who treats people like this?
beth b - Oct 19, 2008 6:23:34 am PDT #8572 of 10001
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
basic asshat behavior.
Sorry, Fay
Gadget_Girl - Oct 19, 2008 6:24:32 am PDT #8573 of 10001
Just call me "Siouxsie Shunshine".
{{{{{Shir}}}}}
Ice cream and Doctor Who sound like a perfectly logical plan.
sj - Oct 19, 2008 6:38:38 am PDT #8574 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
vw, I'm on AIM now, if you're still around.
beekaytee - Oct 19, 2008 6:45:22 am PDT #8575 of 10001
Compassionately intolerant
ETA: Vive la résistance!
Daniel, you are a prince among men. I am now fully loaded with google.ca and damn glad of it.
Shir, I totally endorse the ice cream and Dr. Who plan with a minor modification to include soft pillows and trashy magazines. Peace be to you and your kin. That is too much sorrow and worry in too short a time.
Sparky! I'm voting for NO head exploding and am envious of your journeys. Easy travels homeward.
Barb - Oct 19, 2008 6:45:38 am PDT #8576 of 10001
“Not dead yet!”
basic asshat behavior.
Yep-- with a side of thinks he's all that and a bag of pitas.
Ginger - Oct 19, 2008 6:55:56 am PDT #8577 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
As a person who is congenitally late, I feel I have considerable authority when I say, "Yes, he's an asshat." I am usually about 15 minutes late, but I explain, I apologize, I call and I grovel. My main problem is that, even though I am normally a pessimist, I am irrationally optimistic about the amount of time it will take me to get somewhere, plus I hate the way I look, so I sometimes end up changing clothes four or five times.
I fear that as time goes on, I will become my mother, a person we refer to as "the late Mrs. K."