another day, another bitch-fest

Question ~ is it my fault or problem if everyone annoys the fuck outta me because they don't seem to give a shit about things running smoothly? Do I need to learn how to relax and let things slide more, like everyone else I work with? I really don't know if it's a fault to get so worked up about people not taking the time to make sure that they complete tasks, or letting everyone know important changes that they make. In my cluttered head it only makes sense to share the knowledge. But I'm not a manager or supervisor and as much as I wish I could say "answer some of this fucking email" or "please don't bounce calls when you're busy chatting" I don't, because I don't want to be a bitch, even though I'm pretty sure I am.

Chris (no, not that Chris) sent me a bunch of old photos last night to fulfill my desire to find some pictures of me and my bass. Holy moly some of them are good. Makes me wonder why I ever doubted how fucking cool I was on stage, or why Matt kept hounding me to wear hot pink leather mini-skirts to "improve my image", or "make me seem sexier". Fuck.

But I love this photo. I seriously do. The only thing I would change is to have my bass lying in front of me instead of tucked away in the back. Other than that it's pure gold.

Today I got in trouble for yelling at one of the service techs... it was super busy and he kept saying "you're kidding" to everything I told him so I just said "No, really, I'm actually not kidding" and next thing you know I'm getting hauled into the office...

I need a fucking drink! Good thing my new partner in drunken crime wants to see me tonight. He kind of seriously rocks. He even whisked me off to his place last night to make me dinner complete with leftovers for lunch. Nice. We're gonna see a comedian he knows, drink some pints and hopefully shake this giant fucking pile of aggravation that's landed squarely on my head. Grr...