assumptions.....
you remember the saying "when you assume, you make an ass out of u and me"
yes, yes, people take those words to heart.
and think this. I am nice to people only becuase I choose to be. Believe me, I can be the biggest bitch this side of the Mississippi second only to my mother. but never ASSUME you know the reasons for my actions.
let me tell you the story of what brought on this blog:
I was working last night, the smaller Wyatt theater, and was working the door with my two ushers.
now, as I mentioned in an earlier
post.), if I have the seats to offer, and I deem you worthy to get in- (meaning you ASK) , then I will have no problem letting a person in to see the show. Plus, Majors in the drama dept. have comp tickets, and sometimes they just forget to get them, or problems arise.
Anyways, one of my ushers, a freshman so I gave her some slack, well, she was one of those "thinks she knows everything" and for some reason takes everything literally. I mean the stage manager told me "encourage people to walk across the stage to get to their seats" and she was standing there. So what does she do. to everyone who enters, she literally says "you are encourged to walk across the stage to get to your seats" *sigh* but thats not the problem
enter:: Mischa
yes, the boy whom I love to death, even if he is an ass half the time
also, just for all you readers to know Misch is NOT a major, I repeat, NOT a major. which means, he does not get a comp ticket.
So he comes up to door, and me and Amy (the other usher) stop him, and are about to harass him (in jest) for not having a ticket. You, again I repeat this boy is the bane of my existance, but I still love him, and I had every intention of letting him in, he just had to ask.
Yet this other usher, the freshman, Kerry her name was, simply handed him a program and let him in.
Amy and I now give each other a look like "what the fuck?"
and Misch talks to me for a second, but he can tell I'm pissed, he can also tell I'm slightly pissed at him (for basically walking right past me) and so he's trying to calm me down, but he knows I'm mostly pissed at the usher, Keri.
for a second on Misch. He has an ego the size of the westen seaboard (if you think I'm talking behind his back, I'm not , its a running gag when I say to him that his ego just pushed past Montana) and so, I take many opportunities to bring that ego down (never really mean, but I'm not falling at his feet)
yet Keri has fallen into the Mischa trap. Where everything he does is gold. I ask her "why did you let him in?" and she says
"Well, Amy let him in"
Amy: "no i didn't"
Keri: "but he's Mischa"
me gives the look with the raised eyebrow "Oh please, do not add any more to his ego than he already has"
Keri: (turning to Mischa) "You can walk across the stage to get to your seat"
Me: "No, if you get him on the stage, you can never get him off"
(exit Mischa)
and Keri looks at me like I have insulted her hero.
then, since there is a lull in the line to get in I turn seriously to her and repeat
"so, why did you let him in?"
Keri looks at me like I"M crazy
and so I say "he's not a drama major"
keri "but amy let him in"
amy gives a look of disbelief
me: "no she didn't , 'cause I was standing right here"
me" Misch is an engineering major"
keri " oh"
WHAT, no fucking apology for screwing up. Sorry missy, if my boss comes in and the house is full, becuase too many people we let in, its my ass on the line, not yours. Thats the reason why I make people ask. And most people know that I will do everything in my power to help. but NEVER ASSUME anything about me.
later that night, after I let the assistant stage manager in , and another person from the cast of Midsummer Keri says
"why do we eve have comps since everyone knows everyone else anyway?"
Amy and I give each other another look
when I told Sarah (drama Sarah- not aphio Sarah) she seriously gave me the "you want me to take her out?" look
instead of ripping is tiny little head off, i responded "The other house manager doesn't know many people"
UUUGGHHHHH
obviously you don't know everyone since you didn't fucking know that Mischa wasn't a major
obviously you didn't realize that the whole damn system for the comp tickets emerged when Darrell refused to let Rachel in (again- reference to previous
post.)
ugh
fuck
ugh
stupid people
anyways
Mischa came up and thanked me (in his own special Misch way) for the ticket and we're cool
and
going swimming at 11pm, with Sarah, Amy, Brain and Ryan and then sitting in the hot tub with them later calm me down very much.
(then again, sitting in a hot tub with two very lovely boys always calms me down) *blush*
oh god what have I become?
but that's for a different post