justenjones

I made it through. Work was quite the bitch. It only took 34 hours of my life in a 48 hour timespan. Basically, last year one of the buildings that I worked in was taken over by another company, and they had their heads up their asses, making me not want to work there. However, this week was their first actual concert and they had only been doing basketball and conferences, meaning they had no experience with actual stagehand work.

This was all nice for me, because I talked them into upping my pay, which also lead to me having to be there for the entire preset, day of shit, and then all of the shit that had to be dealt with the next day because of...well if you read above you already know the placement of their heads most of the time.

So I am sore, tired, and glad to be out of there, but I will happy in a few weeks when the pay comes...