I'm Tired

I'm tired, not just physically, but mentally and emotionally. This was a long week, and with all the crap I had to put up with, I realized how many things really annoy me and weigh me down. Forget about eating junk food or drinking and smoking. Stress sucks! So in honor of my sucky week, I dedicate this to society in general, with a few specific individuals and small groups.

I'm tired of you running into me, pushing me out of the way, cutting me off and slamming me with your bags and briefcases. You'd think with two eyes in your head and years of experience, you'd be able to see where you're going. I have to watch where I'm walking, because God forbid I bump into you, I'm sure you'd give me hell. But not me, I take your bumps and slams, and I just keep walking. Mind you, I'm cursing you silently the whole way, but I just keep moving. And by the way, this is New York City. If you're walking slow, move over. Don't stop suddenly because I don't want to hear your crap if I spill my coffee down your back. Parks are made for slow walking; the sidewalks aren't. Keep moving and get out of my way!

I'm tired of your cat calls, rude and lewd comments and your filthy manners. I'm tired of the glares and stares, the winks and smooches. Is chivalry really dead? In many cases, I think it may be. How is it that my husband, his brother, my cousin and all of my male friends have all been raised as gentlemen, and yet in New York City, I can barely find a man to hold the door open for me when I'm coming through Port Authority with my hands full? And to those who can't control their dirty mouths, do I really look like a piece of meat? When I leave the house, I'm dressed as a respectable working woman. I don't wear tight pants or low cut shirts, no short skirts or overly high heels, yet you treat me like I'm one of your disgusting gutter whores. Well I'm not. Save your comments, looks and animal noises for those at your own low level.

I'm tired of you thinking that you rule the road. There are only so many lanes on the highway, and you can't hog them all. If I'm trying to get on the highway from on on-ramp, move over. If someone in front of me is driving too slow, let me move over to go around them. And to the person who's driving to slow, learn to drive dammit! This is a highway. The speed limit is 65mph, not 45mph. Accidents happen because of people like you.

I'm tired of the fact that you never listen to what I say or read what I send. My job is specifically to keep you informed and aware of what you will be doing at each gig. I can only babysit you to a certain degree, and it's not my problem if you choose not to read the information you are provided. I will always do my best to work with you, no matter how difficult it may be. I will always answer the phone with a smile, and I will always fulfill my obligations as far as your gig is concerned. However, you don't make the process any easier if you don't listen to word I say! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME!?!?!?! It's your gig. If you want it to run smoothly and be successful, pay attention to the details!

I'm tired of being made to feel stupid and incapable. I have been trained to do this job by two very capable people who know what they are doing, who I trust and respect. I'm tired of how you make my entire department feel. If you think you can do our job better than us, then why aren't you doing it instead? It's not our problem if you don't communicate with the people on our roster. How are we supposed to know what's been said or arranged if you don't communicate clearly with them or with us? Why is it so easy to throw the blame on us because you're the "agents" and the "managers"? You only do a small percent concerning each gig. You get the contract and you get the glory of the fee and commission. We do EVERYTHING ESLE! We deal with artists, we deal with the presenters and the bus companies, the hotels, the airlines, the limo services, the divas. Our job is never done, and yet you feel it is okay to ask us to do little piddling tasks that take up far too much time and waste what valuable time we have to work on the actual gigs. Wake up, people! Without us, haw far would go to make sure every last detail is taken care of, to make sure the artist is wearing the right clothes or attends receptions and dinners after the concerts? You wouldn't even know where to begin. We don't have time to work on mailing lists or responding to your emails because you can't take 30 seconds to do it yourself. You're no higher up or better off than we are. We're all in this together, and we have to work together. If you do your job to the fullest degree, we can do ours better and more efficiently. And to think, we get paid the least out of everyone else.

Well, that certainly made me feel better. I'm leaving early today. Unfortunately it's to attend a wake, but now at least I'll be able to relax a little bit. I feel lighter already. And to all those out there who are "tired", this is great therapy!

Mad Ann Flint's on the loose! Watch out!