Sorry about not posting last night. I was in the mood of all moods and knew that I’d just spend two pages ranting and it would do no one any good. I’m in a little bit better mood tonight, but just barely.
So why was I in a bad mood?
Well it started when my roommate called to tell me that “Princess” as he’s come to call her had not sent a check for her portion of the utilities. Princess is the sublettor if you are joining the program already in progress. She had promised me a week ago that she would drop a check in the mail. We are still waiting. Unfortunately, that means I’m responsible for her portion of the utilities. Which means I have to leave my roommate a check for almost 250 bucks when I leave this weekend. This does not make me happy. First of all I don’t have a spare 250 bucks. Not many people I know do. Second it pisses me off that she’s fucked me once again. I don’t remember the last time I got fucked this many times and didn’t at least get breakfast out of it. All told she’s cost me about 2,500 dollars since this little engagement began. Not to mention that my roommate has made it very clear that I’m no longer allowed to sublet my apartment. So in reality she’s fucked me for a lot more than 2,500 bucks.
My bad mood continued when my friend Michelle didn’t call me again yesterday. Earlier in the week I got an email from a NYC director looking for someone to light his show next week. It didn’t pay a lot, but it would have been a great credit and there’s a good chance that it will be reviewed in the Times which is a good thing if the work is good. Unfortunately, I’ll still be house sitting for Michelle next week and I’ll still be taking care of Max. So the only way this would work is if Michelle could get someone to take Max for a couple of days. So I returned the email to the director and said yes I would love to do it, but it was contingent on Michelle dealing with the dog. As soon as I got the initial email I called and left a message to tell Michelle what was going on and told her to call me as soon as she could.
Now for a little background information. Michelle and her girlfriend Lisa are camping in the middle of nowhere Michigan. They barely have a bathroom let a lone cell service. So getting in touch with them is almost impossible unless it truly is an emergency. However, I was asked, since I’m taking care of Max to leave a message each day so that they’d know every thing was okay. Just a quick check in, they’d check their messages, and then they’d know all was well. So I’ve been doing just that. Leaving messages each day, saying call me as soon as you get this message. This all started on Monday. Michelle finally called me this morning. Five days after the initial phone call. Seems they haven’t been checking their messages and so they didn’t know to call me.
I was pissed as hell. Why the fuck had I been wasting my cell phone time to call them to check in if they weren’t going to check their messages. Why the fuck did they set up the fucked up system in the first place. So of course she tells me it’s no big deal to get someone to watch Max while I’m in the city. There are a couple of options that should work. This message was exactly ten hours after I sent yet another email telling the director that I’d been unable to get in touch with my friends and therefore felt that the best thing to do would be to turn the show down now, before it was too late to find someone else.
FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!
Of course I emailed him back this morning but it seems to have been too late. I’ve heard nothing from him and I don’t really blame him. Who would want someone as wishy, washy as me doing their show. So not only did she cost me money, a design credit on a show with potential, she made me look like a complete idiot. I’m not one to stay mad and for the most part I’m over it, but it still pisses me off that this happened.
So when I got home last night I was pissed. The dog didn’t come near me because she could sense something was up. She hid in the living room all night. And as I said, I would have posted something but it would have just been one long FUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKK!!!!! and I didn’t see what good that would do.
Just as a reminder. I’m in NYC this weekend. It took about 7 hours to drive down today. It’s supposed to be exactly five. It rained for the entire trip, and for the last couple of hours or so traffic moved at a steady 15 miles per hour. If I was in shape again I could have run faster than we were driving.
That being said. The air conditioner’s on. I don’t care that it’s 58 degrees outside. It’s humid in here and I haven’t had my own air conditioner all summer. And besides, I’ve paid for a month of utilities that I didn’t even get to use. So the air’s on, the bed is made and in about 12 minutes I’m going to be curled up in my big queen sized bed. Yippee!
Have a great weekend everyone.