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.)

Comments

[chicafrom3.livejournal.com]

Wednesday would probably work. Wednesdays aren't crazy.

[lady-jahar.livejournal.com]

Kewl. 10 am ish work for you?

[chicafrom3.livejournal.com]

It...might be a little later than that, 'cause every time I intend to be up and ready by 10 it just doesn't happen. But I'll try?

[lady-jahar.livejournal.com]

fair dinkum. And I don't seem toi be in the paragraph of doom.

[chicafrom3.livejournal.com]

Really? I thought I put you in.

*checks*

Yes you are! Right in between cameraneverlies and stormchild03. I can see you, anyway.

[lady-jahar.livejournal.com]

So I am. Dunno how I missed it. Btw I foudn old episodes of fillmore on Youtube...dunno if you were a fan but hey