Vagabond's Waltz

As I take a moment to catch my breath after being mashed into a pile of grunt-muscle goo, I thought I would at least be able enough to provide my fellow forumers with the opportunity to see where the hell I've been.

Granted, I don't quite know all of you as well as I would like, I don't recall many of you being fans of country music, so I wouldn't expect a large number to be familiar with the American Country Music Awards that happened here roughly a week ago. On the off chance that any of you folks are and have seen a glimpse, you might have had the opportunity to catch a few of my co-workers in the shadows. (I, myself, prefer the shadows of anonymity and off... camera.. ness.)

Welp, out of the three years I have been apart of that production, I would have to say that this year was probably the worst thus far. It was just a bad run, tiring, everyone just seemed to love yelling at me and my friend. It was as if we weren't capable of doing right. Also, I was stuck working with a total dick. I was ready to beat him with my crescent wrench if he did ONE more thing to piss me off. There was no larger sigh of relief to be had than after that bitch was packed up and shipped out of our house. I'm only crossing my fingers that next year will go SO much more smoothly.

There were, of course, some highlights to the gig though. The incessant sex jokes and innuendo flow was just about as plentiful as usual thanks to our fabulous lead. (I was starting to worry when I heard that he might not have been on the run this year. Thank GOD he was.) I was slightly popular thanks to the pictures I took when I took the pictures of the prank played on some co-workers that sent another co-worker flying helplessly down a ramp. We are going to get SOOOO much mileage out of that one. Also, my friend was thrilled to be introduced to Reba. Nearly killed our lead, squeezing him to death over seeing Cher... And, I had to sit there and put up with girly giggling when Matthew Mcconaughey hung around backstage.

After that, the Eagles. The setup wasn't too awful, but the crew was incredibly grumpy - which doesn't bode well for them seeing as how the tour is only freshly started. I can't imagine it will get better with how frazzled they seemed to be. Oi. I did have to work with company that tested my patience a bit, but I'm one to grin and bear it if not be incredibly passive aggressive with my messages. (Y'know... such as doing the fuckin' work myself instead of waiting for her to stop fucking around "stretching" and blatantly horsing around wasting time. There's a time for it and then there's NO time for it. kthnxbai.)

After a little while of vegging in recoup, I decide to break my back with the SGA bleacher load in. It's a regular day at work to come up with my arms, (and occasionally my legs,) in a rainbow of black and blue hues and my body in it's entirety stressing in incredibly pain at the slightest thought of movement the next day. I got a pair of those "Shape-ups" by Sketchers and wore them as I worked. It didn't add to the "feel less hurt the following day" in the least. It was interesting to keep upright on them going up and down the decks though... I may hold off on wearing them when we tear them down - if just to save my neck from cracking when I tumble to my doom from leaning over too far. (Damn you, Gravity!)

So! Does SS get to find some peace and quiet to possibly find a full recovery after April has completed it's thorough beat down??? Ooooh, not just yet my friends! Thursday is the Mayweather v. Mosley load-in. All fight load-ins are a bitch!

.... [sigh] Potrero sounds more and more appealing to me the more calls I take. Perhaps another War is in order..