Mal ,'Heart Of Gold'
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Vendor from gala complaining that his crew is demanding extra money because they had to carry heavy equipment up stairs. Um. Elevator!
Um! Even if the elevator was out and couldn't be fixed, were they carting loaded eight foot leiko road boxes up a LOT of stairs? Or a full size CADAC or Midas in its case? Because otherwise I'm having a hard time buying that the hardship was outside the normal bounds of what his crew should expect to face on any given job.
Um! Even if the elevators was out and could be fixed, were they carting loaded eight foot leiko road boxes up a LOT of stairs? Or a full size CADAC or Midas in its case?
Because otherwise I'm having a hard time buying that the hardship was outside the normal bounds of what his crew should expect to face on any given job.
I think I need to save this and print it out and post it all over the work trucks during the Halloween and Beverly Hills load-ins.
Matt was my best friend before we dated. In fact, other people knew we were dating before we did. The worst thing about marrying your best friend is that when I want to bitch about my husband , there really isn't anyone I can bitch too.
As far as romantic love, well, I never really got it. I sometimes feel so happy that Matt exists and is around, but it isn't giddy. It is a feeling of being blessed, content, and happy. and of course, that is not how I feel all the time. He is the person that can make me most angry. But it is usually about something that I don't think is good for him.
My definition of love -- this person make you want to do your best and in turn , you make the other person feel that they should be the best they can be. But you aren't judging. It i more of a feeling of I want this person to know the best me that there is . ( the dirt always shows)
The worst thing about marrying your best friend is that when I want to bitch about my husband , there really isn't anyone I can bitch too.
Ha! So true. However, this is why I love having 2 sisters.
Exactly! Part of the problem was D, the guy I was dealing with, caught nasty virus a week before. So the guys working the gig were not part of the walk through, and didn't know all that was talked about. He called me at 9am (early for sound folk, basically pulled me out of bed to answer the phone), sounding agitated about this. I think part of the problem is, he's still sick (can still hear it in his voice). But also, he's not giving me a figure to go to bat for either! Just "my crew is demanding extra pay". Well. OK. What do you want me to do? If they choose to carry amps up 2 flights of stairs, why is that my problem. I didn't require that? I got the elevator for them!
I need lunch. And more naps. Can you believe my heels and knees still have some ow to them from 2 days of 14 hours of standing/walking on concrete? Back is fine. Go figure.
If they choose to carry amps up 2 flights of stairs
Amps? Up two flights of stairs? Really!!?? They can shut the hell up.
Um! Even if the elevator was out and couldn't be fixed, were they carting loaded eight foot leiko road boxes up a LOT of stairs? Or a full size CADAC or Midas in its case? Because otherwise I'm having a hard time buying that the hardship was outside the normal bounds of what his crew should expect to face on any given job.The only thing in the air were 4 sets of speakers that were hauled up by chain motors. so the power for them, and then the amps. But if they said, "dude, we are not hauling 12 space racks loaded with amps up the stairs" I'd be like "i'm with you. How about just the cable and dropping the line through the catwalk."
Sorry to hijack the love conversation. After all the stress of getting the Gala up, and it going off pretty dang well, to be woken up with this is just kinda like 'huh?'.
My definition of love -- this person make you want to do your best and in turn , you make the other person feel that they should be the best they can be. But you aren't judging. It i more of a feeling of I want this person to know the best me that there is . ( the dirt always shows)
Yes, this. EXACTLY.
As far as romantic love, well, I never really got it. I sometimes feel so happy that Matt exists and is around, but it isn't giddy.
This is me, too. Totally. Except not about Matt.
12 space racks loaded with amps
I mean, yeah. That shit ain't light. But I've carried heavier over worse and called it all in a day's work. And enjoyed it.
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My chocolate is too melted to eat.
And it's not that hot, dammit.