and then, there are the days....
...that your mother dared not tell you about.
had to cancel stone road rehearsal last night, due to being stuck at work by myself to deal with a whole series of printer problems that affected invoicing that ultimately never were solved - had to sit on it until today. this coming the day after i spent 21 hours here ripping out and rewiring and rearranging the server array (what i lovingly refer to as "the closet from hell"). anyway, donnie didn't get my message until he had already left on his way here, and was probably rather annoyed, although he tried to give the appearance of taking it in stride. i don't think he was any more bummed about it than i was, though. i was hoping we'd be able to spend some time refining some stuff that we've been kinda plodding through for a while, but it wasn't to be.
at the end of the day today, i'll have over 40 hours in already. it's wednesday.
i love my job, though - don't get me wrong. it's been a handful this week, but i like it here a lot. but this week, piled on top of a number of other situations, are wearin' a little thin. transportation chief amongst them, "grover" (my '85 VW van) is terminally ill, and needs life saving surgery that's going to be done in stages over any number of weeks to months - which put me in a position to have to buy another ride. a half hour on eBay and the mission was largely accomplished, and what is damn near a clone of good ol' grover is awaiting my trip to pick him up. the primary hinderance there is the total and complete apathy of the 401K administration here, who approved a loan against my account 3 weeks ago, and insist that they mailed a check on 10/9. as you can imagine, no check has yet arrived. so i'm uptight because the guy i'm buying the van from is getting impatient, and we've had to hustle arrangements here to get people to where they need to be. we picked up a rental car last week to get us to the gigs over the weekend (one of which was in pittsburgh), since wendys' car had to go into the shop as well, at the same time...it's just gotten completely ridiculous, and this would be a non-issue if the idiots at MetLife would just do their fucking job.
in the meantime, cramming a gig's worth of equipment into anything less than my old buddy grover has been a bit of an inconvienence, and not having room for everyone in the car has added to the problem... as if there weren't enough tension around the house right now to begin with.
this is one of those days when i want to go home and draw the shades in the bedroom and curl up under the covers and stew in my own juice.
also - late breaking news - maryann either has a bad case of the sniffles or was crying when i came back from lunch. dunno what the deal was there. i'm afraid to ask, because if i do, she'll probably tell me.
i know too much about maryann already...enough to start a blog in and of itself...
poco is coming to eastern pa soon - 12/13 at the sellersville theatre. trying to get on the bill as we speak, but not sure if it's gonna pan out or not...the guy handling the booking is also the guy who books the philadelphia folk festival, so he'll be a tough sell. i tried to elbow my way in through another door - i called rick, their manager, and i called george grantham to see if they would pull any strings, but george preferred to stay out of business matters, and rick was pretty sure that it was booked as "an evening with" and wasn't sure about adding anyone to the bill...so this may or may not happen. oh, well. it's the night of the RAM Christmas party, anyway.
think it's time to go find somewhere to hide.
had to cancel stone road rehearsal last night, due to being stuck at work by myself to deal with a whole series of printer problems that affected invoicing that ultimately never were solved - had to sit on it until today. this coming the day after i spent 21 hours here ripping out and rewiring and rearranging the server array (what i lovingly refer to as "the closet from hell"). anyway, donnie didn't get my message until he had already left on his way here, and was probably rather annoyed, although he tried to give the appearance of taking it in stride. i don't think he was any more bummed about it than i was, though. i was hoping we'd be able to spend some time refining some stuff that we've been kinda plodding through for a while, but it wasn't to be.
at the end of the day today, i'll have over 40 hours in already. it's wednesday.
i love my job, though - don't get me wrong. it's been a handful this week, but i like it here a lot. but this week, piled on top of a number of other situations, are wearin' a little thin. transportation chief amongst them, "grover" (my '85 VW van) is terminally ill, and needs life saving surgery that's going to be done in stages over any number of weeks to months - which put me in a position to have to buy another ride. a half hour on eBay and the mission was largely accomplished, and what is damn near a clone of good ol' grover is awaiting my trip to pick him up. the primary hinderance there is the total and complete apathy of the 401K administration here, who approved a loan against my account 3 weeks ago, and insist that they mailed a check on 10/9. as you can imagine, no check has yet arrived. so i'm uptight because the guy i'm buying the van from is getting impatient, and we've had to hustle arrangements here to get people to where they need to be. we picked up a rental car last week to get us to the gigs over the weekend (one of which was in pittsburgh), since wendys' car had to go into the shop as well, at the same time...it's just gotten completely ridiculous, and this would be a non-issue if the idiots at MetLife would just do their fucking job.
in the meantime, cramming a gig's worth of equipment into anything less than my old buddy grover has been a bit of an inconvienence, and not having room for everyone in the car has added to the problem... as if there weren't enough tension around the house right now to begin with.
this is one of those days when i want to go home and draw the shades in the bedroom and curl up under the covers and stew in my own juice.
also - late breaking news - maryann either has a bad case of the sniffles or was crying when i came back from lunch. dunno what the deal was there. i'm afraid to ask, because if i do, she'll probably tell me.
i know too much about maryann already...enough to start a blog in and of itself...
poco is coming to eastern pa soon - 12/13 at the sellersville theatre. trying to get on the bill as we speak, but not sure if it's gonna pan out or not...the guy handling the booking is also the guy who books the philadelphia folk festival, so he'll be a tough sell. i tried to elbow my way in through another door - i called rick, their manager, and i called george grantham to see if they would pull any strings, but george preferred to stay out of business matters, and rick was pretty sure that it was booked as "an evening with" and wasn't sure about adding anyone to the bill...so this may or may not happen. oh, well. it's the night of the RAM Christmas party, anyway.
think it's time to go find somewhere to hide.
posted by tom at 15:45
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