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.

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?

basic asshat behavior.

Sorry, Fay

{{{{{Shir}}}}}

Ice cream and Doctor Who sound like a perfectly logical plan.

vw, I'm on AIM now, if you're still around.

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.

basic asshat behavior.

Yep-- with a side of thinks he's all that and a bag of pitas.

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."

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.

You are not a tool! You're being very selfless not wanting to get others sick. I guess the plus side of the back pain is that I keep forgetting to worry about my sinus headache.

Tea:

I guess a compromise for today would be to find something fun that is closer to home. I really wanted to go to King Richard's Faire today, but I can't see an hour and a half in the car each way and walking around in cold weather. I'm just not up for it.