It's about four in the morning, and I can't sleep. I know why too.
I have a lot going on in my head right now. Benefit coming up later this afternoon, and I might have goofed on the time. Unfortunately, at this late, I can't do anything about it. But my guitarist for the band I'm with now was worried about the other band being there. They know what time and such. If anything I would give the benefit about fifteen minutes before starting just to make sure people get in. I treat it like a gig. Start a little later, then kick it off with a bang. Worst Case Scenario, a no show. Which we could do a couple of hours. But I doubt that would happen.
Personally, I'm physically, mentally, and emotionally burnt with everything that's been going on. Work has been nothing but a big stress mess for me within the five to seven days I put my time in, I'm constantly in and out of the house, doing a benefit in the summer, in two bands, no time for myself really. The whole situation with the benefit is a mess as well. Lack of information, where it is, etc. I will never be the middle man again. Too much happens if that was the case.
But, strategically I can work out alternatives. I've done enough of these kinds of benefits to know they never start on time since people are just coming in. Most of them are doing the Relay For Life walk. So, I would give them about fifteen minutes to get in. That's just me. Worse comes to worse, I can pull the flat top out and toss a couple of tunes make the first fifteen an open mic jam. lol.
Work, I serious want to punch the bitch we have for a driver and the moron we have working there. I wish I could say something, but I get the feeling they wouldn't listen to me anyhow. I'm no one special. Co-worker likes to be glued to the fucking computer all day, while the driver just stands around dicking with her phone talking to someone or texting, or watching TV. Meanwhile I'm trying to keep busy with everything that needs to be done. Sweeping, stocking, etc. Plus the co-worker is at his old lunch habits again. I showed up a little before noon, and the store is swamped. Meanwhile the moron is in his fucking car, smoking a cigarette just watching. Doesn't get his lazy ass out of his fucking car to help. I had to rush inside to help the kid working by himself. The co-worker on the other hand is a dick during lunch break. Last few times I asked for help, I got this annoyed sigh and he walked inside clocked in and went to work. Just comes to show how he is. Doesn't want to be bothered during his lunch, he wants to enjoy the hour. Though if my old man called for him, he would be there in a heart beat. The bitch on the other hand is disruptive, snotty, mouthy, and just plain loud. She gets into everyone's face demanding help right then and there expecting us to drop what we're doing just to help her.
All I can say about that is both of them are damn lucky I'm not calling the shots. Many will tell me their is a specific procedure you have to follow now, but I say "fuck procedure". You got someone that gives you lip, toss their ass out. They want to sue, fine. They have to prove negligence, which in this case wouldn't be worth the time. If you give lip to your boss, then guess what? The court is going to say the boss had every right to fire the plaintiff for failure to follow instruction. You do what you need to in order to ensure the business' survival in today's world. The business I'm in has been around since 1980. If I were to take the helm, I would do what I can in order to keep it going. If that makes me the bad guy, then tough shit. The business is what keeps a roof over my head, it keeps food on the table, it's keeps me going on a day to day basis. It may not be the American Dream that I'm referring to, but it's the basic principal of life. We all work hard on a day to day basis to ensure our own survival and provide the security for our families and loved ones. My dad busted his ass to provide what myself and my two siblings what we needed. Same thing applies with my mom. My dad provided the house, my mom the clothing, both the food. But now, I'm on a tangent.
The point is, I'm old school about the specifics. I was taught that in order to get heat, you need to get the wood. The art of exchange. To gain something, you get something. in most things now, in order to get it, you gotta work for it. One paycheck will handle the essentials required.
That's just a rant I guess. I wanted to get it off my chest. Maybe now I can sleep better. lol. I have to see what happens later. I'm off to bed though. My apologies for the abrupt entry.