I'm like that tennis player, what's-his-name

[chicafrom3]

ARRRRRRRRGH.

So, yeah, remember that whole "stuck at work 'til the dance company finishes" thing? Yeah. So after I finished locking up for Nutcracker (at about 9:30) I asked them -- very nicely -- to let me know when they were done, so I could lock up after them and leave myself. They acquiesced.

At eleven, not having heard anything from them, I decided to go check on them, and discovered the Black Box dark and the girls vacated. Without having said a word to me, obviously, and I have no idea when they left or when I could have left instead of going steadily crazier doing nothing.

I kind of want to kill somebody, now.


(And, Niki, honeybear, babe, I love you, but your timing on that text message was really awful and now I just want to cry.)

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You mean there are people who aren't Rosnguil fans? *properly appalled* But...but they're so Rosnguil. Or maybe Guilnros.