General Ranting
Feb. 13th, 2003 12:54 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
beandelphikiOnly three more shows and then strike, then reading break.
Only three more shows and then strike, then reading break.
Only three more shows and then strike, then reading break.
Today's mantra.
My SM project is totally going down the drain. It's 20% of my mark. I really barely care. I hate PowerPoint, I hate oral presentations, I hate group work and I hate phoning people. Plus I'm on running crew. I get home late every night. Bite me. I am not the kind of person who leaves other group members hanging during a project, but nobody else is busting their ass either.
I have an exam tomorrow morning. Also worth 20%. *should be studying*
I hate this program. I'm so sick of it. There's barely anyone I know who feels differently. I don't know what to do - they don't like me and I'm afraid I'll never be able to show them I'm worth anything. Ken warned me that if someone in theatre doesn't like you, they're never going to like you, and funny business, ain't it? I'd call it a cutthroat business, really...
I got an X beside my name on the sign-in sheet today for the show. Um, what? I was 5 minutes early, according to my watch. (Actually 10, but I add 5 automatically to cover other people's watches.) Two members of our crew don't even bother to sign in all first week, and they get to fill in the blanks later, but I'm not half an hour early, so I'm LATE? *fume*
David and I are fighting. It's rather bitter. Obviously, telling him about Frank was a mistake. He keeps telling me to listen to him, because he's the "voice of reason." *massages temples* This from the guy whose big game plan to get laid is to pump some straight dude full of alcohol and seduce him. No explanation of polyamory is satisfactory. It's just wrong, you see. I told him to take his restrictive morality and fuck off. We've basically agreed not to mention the subject to each other again.
He said that he's sorry, but he doesn't approve of my lifestyle.
A gay guy told me he doesn't approve of my lifestyle.
Irony abounds.
Only three more shows and then strike, then reading break.
Only three more shows and then strike, then reading break.
Today's mantra.
My SM project is totally going down the drain. It's 20% of my mark. I really barely care. I hate PowerPoint, I hate oral presentations, I hate group work and I hate phoning people. Plus I'm on running crew. I get home late every night. Bite me. I am not the kind of person who leaves other group members hanging during a project, but nobody else is busting their ass either.
I have an exam tomorrow morning. Also worth 20%. *should be studying*
I hate this program. I'm so sick of it. There's barely anyone I know who feels differently. I don't know what to do - they don't like me and I'm afraid I'll never be able to show them I'm worth anything. Ken warned me that if someone in theatre doesn't like you, they're never going to like you, and funny business, ain't it? I'd call it a cutthroat business, really...
I got an X beside my name on the sign-in sheet today for the show. Um, what? I was 5 minutes early, according to my watch. (Actually 10, but I add 5 automatically to cover other people's watches.) Two members of our crew don't even bother to sign in all first week, and they get to fill in the blanks later, but I'm not half an hour early, so I'm LATE? *fume*
David and I are fighting. It's rather bitter. Obviously, telling him about Frank was a mistake. He keeps telling me to listen to him, because he's the "voice of reason." *massages temples* This from the guy whose big game plan to get laid is to pump some straight dude full of alcohol and seduce him. No explanation of polyamory is satisfactory. It's just wrong, you see. I told him to take his restrictive morality and fuck off. We've basically agreed not to mention the subject to each other again.
He said that he's sorry, but he doesn't approve of my lifestyle.
A gay guy told me he doesn't approve of my lifestyle.
Irony abounds.
