I have come to the decision that administration work is definitely not for me. I can't take the stress.
After weeks of trying to work out some issues with an administrative so-worker over a job we're supposed t be sharing, I've thrown in the towel. That job doesn't pay enough to offset the self-hatred I've dealt with the past few weeks. All of this because I actually give a shit about the workings of the show we're in the middle of and have to deal with a fat pathetic whiny individual on a power trip from hell. Well, no thanks, miss whiny-pants.
From now on, I'm just going to show up, play the book, and go the hell home (or out for a beer). And the best part? Our boss (the musical director) agrees with me. Aaaaaah-- I love my life.
