fuck you, queers and associates.

So the mthafckers e-mailed me about an hour after I accepted the gig to say they booked someone else. Gddamnit. Okay, I get it, lesson learned, don't sleep. Get my ass up and try again and call sooner, don't spend so much time wondering if it's the right thing when my gut and my 2 best friends all say the same thing. Gddamnit. But I also can't help but feel a bit peeved that she didn't warn me that they were asking other people -- I probably would have gotten back even sooner if I'd known there was competition. Again, lesson learned. I should always act as if there's competition, because there probably is. If I don't step up, someone else will. Oh well. I guess drood and greyandred are the true seers in this case.

Now I'm all mad and disappointed, which isn't a great way to start the day, particularly a day that involves working on a brief that must be e-mailed by noon, and then a 3 hour help desk shift in the afternoon. But ranting about it here makes me feel better, and in the end, I will have a lovely time on Saturday and have a relaxing weekend, and I can commit to spending those 4 hours on another aspect, like studying or making a mixtape to submit to radio stations or working on the damn webpage.

i don't fck with the white horse.

I survived this day. And tomorrow my boss will be out of the office. I think I earned that.

Help desk was quasi-eventful. I had the opportunity to tell this women 5 times "we are unable to assist you anymore." I then warned her that I would be hanging up the phone (I find it's more polite and professional then just straight-up hanging up), to which she replied, "you can do that". Yes, yes I can. And I did. But not before wishing her luck in her situation. I wasn't even trying to be an ass -- we really have given her enough to help herself, but she's not doing it for whatever reason. Plus, we don't handle criminal matters.

It must be summer because I'm freezing. The air conditioning is always on way too high, and I'm someone that likes it pleasantly chilled. But I should be wearing jeans and boots and a long sleeved shirt, possibly sweater to keep my skin from icing over in the office -- and that's bad when the outside weather is appropriate for t-shirt, shorts and sandals (my current outfit).

I've mostly gotten over my frustration with this morning and the cancelled DJ gig. Now I should just secure my ticket for the stand-up gig so I don't get shut out of that as well.