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Oct. 6th, 2006
Boy, That Was Fast 8/
Oct. 6th, 2006 09:23 pmI am not at Buskerfest. I did not get paid (again). (This time, the payroll computer died and NOBODY got paid. I don't care WHAT Misery loves, I HATE this F$!%*&#!! company.)
There was an unforeseen problem that prevented me from getting my rental car, which I could not fix because I Did Not Get Paid.
I schlepped a giant suitcase full of performing and camping equipment on and off of buses and trains (and waiting areas) for fourteen hours with nothing to show for it. I prepaid for camping space and they don't do refunds.
Someday after performing IS my day job, I may write a memoir and include this day's events on a list of "insurmountable odds" I had to overcome, or something.
Sunday is supposed to be warmer / sunny. Busking in Washington Square might be nice. At least the people who put money in my hat don't need a computer to pay me for my hard work.
There was an unforeseen problem that prevented me from getting my rental car, which I could not fix because I Did Not Get Paid.
I schlepped a giant suitcase full of performing and camping equipment on and off of buses and trains (and waiting areas) for fourteen hours with nothing to show for it. I prepaid for camping space and they don't do refunds.
Someday after performing IS my day job, I may write a memoir and include this day's events on a list of "insurmountable odds" I had to overcome, or something.
Sunday is supposed to be warmer / sunny. Busking in Washington Square might be nice. At least the people who put money in my hat don't need a computer to pay me for my hard work.
