#fixer-upper rants

UGHHHHHHH well, keep doing that and maybe you’ll get terminated and I can have the place to myself kind of because I’m good and haven’t called in once. Not even when I was sick. 

And yesterday, he asked me what we did in musical theatre class the other day cause he was absent. I forget what I said, but it was something sarcastic cause I’m me and I explained it was a joke and he was like 

“Yes I’ve grown used to your sarcasm and incessant bitching.” 

And honestly, I couldn’t tell if it was a joke or not.

If it was a joke, great, make your jokes I don’t care but if not then shut your goddamn mouth. 

The only person who gets to talk about all my bitching in that sort of context is me. Or my friends if I agree with them.

We are not friends. You may think so but, deep down, below my fake smile, I actually can’t stand you you pretentious piece of dogshit. And actually, a lot of people can’t stand your ass.

And later on, the fucker tries telling me what to do in the scene shop and I’m like “Uh... wait. Hold on.” He told me to hammer the nails down in old two by fours so they wouldn’t stab anyone. First off, nobody in the scene shop does that. It’s a waste of time. We either clean the boards, or lay them face down, nails down so nobody steps on them until we can throw them away.

I explained this to him in a reasonably calm, yet grumpy manner because, yet again, I am me. I am independent. I do things my own way. You are not my boss so stop ordering me around.

But, what the subtext of my little calm/ grumpy explanation was was more like “Okay listen motherfucker, you did not spend two semesters in this goddamn scene shop like I did. I know more than you right now, I don’t care what you say about having worked in shops before. I came in here every day and learned how to do shit the right way and I’m gonna do it the right way and not the way you say because A) It’s fucking stupid and B) It’s wrong and a waste of time so shut your damn mouth and let me bust this box apart with my hammer before I bust your face in with it instead.”

Yeah. Something like that.

And then later, him and this other guy are dicking around while we’re trying to get work done and another girl calls them out and they wanna talk back. I said:

“What the fuck’s going on out here? I didn’t come out here to hear everyone bitching at each other what the fuck is this.”

Then proceeded to talk trash with the other girls who were actually doing work about how damn stupid they were.

Except for one of the girls thought I was just some inept actor kid who came in just because it was the department work day and just liked beating the shit out of things and was going to smack her with the hammer.

Like... no. I know how to work. I’m not afraid to get my hands dirty. That’s why I sympathize more with techies than actors half the time. Cause techies work hard and their work needs to be appreciated. 

I’m probably one of the only actors there who isn’t afraid to use a saw, to smack shit with a hammer, use a nail gun, stick my hands in disgusting old paint to clean out our containers.

Seriously. People undermining me because they have preconceived notions really irks me. It’s the irkelator. Seriously.

Argh.