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Having a Graphic Language moment
Jul. 29th, 2005 06:51 amI am fucking pissed off right now. RTL and I have planned to be on the East Coast for the last 2 weeks of September. Known for 2 months that instead of trying to cram all of our friends and family inbetween and around Thanksgiving and Christmas holidays, that we would go before the holiday hooplah. Timing was even more important when we found out that Jump Little Children will be playing several NC shows around the same time. I found great plane tickets.
This morning she tells me that a client has asked her to travel with him to Hamburg, Amsterdam and Australia. Didn't go through the "who wants to go" phase, he just called the powers that be and said he wanted her to travel with him. Great, wonderful, RTL rocks.
It's the same fucking time that we've already planned. Now, she did say that they were going to try to get it pushed to the 2nd week of October. But I know RTL - there wasn't a point in the discussion where she said "dude, you're going to have to pick another week 'cuz I've got plans already." OK, so she wouldn't have used the word "dude", but she had on her thinking cap so tight that even though the conflict of dates was clicking, it wasn't going through to her brain.
I just want to stomp around saying "mad, mad, mad, mad" over and over. And then I feel a little guilty when I know that this is another opportunity to shine. So I'm biting my tongue and hoping that this trip gets pushed to October.
This morning she tells me that a client has asked her to travel with him to Hamburg, Amsterdam and Australia. Didn't go through the "who wants to go" phase, he just called the powers that be and said he wanted her to travel with him. Great, wonderful, RTL rocks.
It's the same fucking time that we've already planned. Now, she did say that they were going to try to get it pushed to the 2nd week of October. But I know RTL - there wasn't a point in the discussion where she said "dude, you're going to have to pick another week 'cuz I've got plans already." OK, so she wouldn't have used the word "dude", but she had on her thinking cap so tight that even though the conflict of dates was clicking, it wasn't going through to her brain.
I just want to stomp around saying "mad, mad, mad, mad" over and over. And then I feel a little guilty when I know that this is another opportunity to shine. So I'm biting my tongue and hoping that this trip gets pushed to October.
