An odd update, I'm sure...
Hello people!
I work a lot of different jobs. The bulk of my time is spent in live music venues, setting up and running rock shows in the Philadelphia region. Sometimes I'm a spotlight operator, sometimes a stage manager, sometimes a guitar tech, sometimes a monitor or FOH sound guy... It's different ever day and I love it.
Unfortunately it's not the most reliable work in the world. I'm often chasing checks, arguing over rates and dealing with taxes. I lose work if a tour cancels or a show gets snowed out. Although I do around 200 shows a year, it's impossible to predict how much money I'll earn or how regularly I'll get paid.
So I do other work to balance it out.
Luckily I went to school for Film, Video and Photography! I've been doing other work 20-30 hours a week to keep a regular income stream coming in. This is mostly freelance work via Craigslist and other contacts, but it pays well and is keeping my Russian landlord happy. I do voice over work for TV and radio commercials, shoot tv commerials and instructional videos for various companies, record OnHold messages for telephone systems and do a ton of audio editing. In the words of the garbage-disposal bird from the Flintstones:
"Eh, It's a living."
My biggest client had me come in for a meeting the other day. He's a chiropractor who sold his ultra-successful practice and opened up a 'Coaching Team'. Essentially he makes millions teaching Chiropractors how to be successful and contribute to the world in a positive way. He's a devout Christian and is easily the most positive person I've ever met. He sends thank you cards for everything, is always full of energy and smiling and generally acts like a Mormon.
So check this shit out.
His office is a house that has been converted into an office. It's very well done, with a nice parkinglot taking up a portion of the yard, hardwood floors everywhere and lots of signage. I'm sitting in a room next to his office, talking with a coworker and watching the good Doctor (through a window) pace around his office while talking on his Bluetooth headset. All of a sudden he glances out a nearby window and sees something in a tree. He reaches behind a bookcase and pulls out a BB Gun. Not just any BB Gun, a high-end competition pellet rifle.
It'll put your eye out all right... right through the back of your head.
He loads a pellet into the chamber and gives it a few pumps. By now half of the office is looking at him and wonder what the fuck he's up to. I'm pretty sure the rifle isn't something this older office ladies see regularly. While still chatting away on his Bluetooth headset, he crouches down at the window and takes aim. By now I can see what he's aiming at - the biggest, happiest squirrel you've ever seen. I turn to my coworker and ask:
"Is he gonna sh..."
And then he did. He shot the squirrel. And continued to chat on his Bluetooth. The squirrel freaked out in the tree, whipped it's tail around and then tried to climb up.
It couldn't. It dragged itself to a low branch and hung there. I was shocked. The ladies were shocked.
When I was a kid I spent a summer shooting birds and may have even shot a squirrel or to. I was 10, and I figured out towards the end of that summer that killing for fun is wrong. It's just dumb.
I walked outside to see if the poor thing was dead. Unfortunately it wasn't. This Doctor of Chiropractic had taken aim and shot the squirrel right through the middle of his back. He was paralyzed, and very much alive.
I pulled him out of the tree and set him on the ground. The fluffy guy had no idea why his rear legs and tail wouldn't work. It was terrible. I marched back into the office and demanded that he go outside and finish the job. The squirrel was going to die for sure, it was just a matter of when. The Dr. thought he stunned it, had no idea his rifle was powerful enough to kill a squirrel. He felt terrible, and was obviously feeling intimidated (being about a foot shorter and 150lbs lighter than me). I dragged him outside and walked him up to the squirrel.
He choked. He couldn't do it. He turned around and headed back inside, saying something about not wanting the neighbors to see him walking around with a gun.
After giving him some serious shit, I took the rifle. I walked outside, comforted the squirrel by petting the top and sides of his head, and shot him quickly through the back of the neck.
His eyes went dead instantly, and he peacefully drifted off. I felt terrible.
I went back inside and told the Doctor I wouldn't be killing anything else for him that day. I put the squirrel in a canvas bag and closed him up in a cardboard box and brought him home with me. About an hour later, Gadget and I buried him under a giant tree near a playground.
She gave him a white rose.
I can kill a deer if I'm going to eat it. I'd have no problem shooting a rabid dog. But killing a squirrel for fun is just ridiculous. I know shooting at moving targets is exciting but damn... squirrels are cute!
Oh well. I'm sure some of you will be horrified and others will have just killed a few squirrels before lunch. I guess the only question I have for you all is this:
How many of you have had to kill an animal, during a meeting, that your boss just paralyzed in front of you?
Hello people!
I work a lot of different jobs. The bulk of my time is spent in live music venues, setting up and running rock shows in the Philadelphia region. Sometimes I'm a spotlight operator, sometimes a stage manager, sometimes a guitar tech, sometimes a monitor or FOH sound guy... It's different ever day and I love it.
Unfortunately it's not the most reliable work in the world. I'm often chasing checks, arguing over rates and dealing with taxes. I lose work if a tour cancels or a show gets snowed out. Although I do around 200 shows a year, it's impossible to predict how much money I'll earn or how regularly I'll get paid.
So I do other work to balance it out.
Luckily I went to school for Film, Video and Photography! I've been doing other work 20-30 hours a week to keep a regular income stream coming in. This is mostly freelance work via Craigslist and other contacts, but it pays well and is keeping my Russian landlord happy. I do voice over work for TV and radio commercials, shoot tv commerials and instructional videos for various companies, record OnHold messages for telephone systems and do a ton of audio editing. In the words of the garbage-disposal bird from the Flintstones:
"Eh, It's a living."
My biggest client had me come in for a meeting the other day. He's a chiropractor who sold his ultra-successful practice and opened up a 'Coaching Team'. Essentially he makes millions teaching Chiropractors how to be successful and contribute to the world in a positive way. He's a devout Christian and is easily the most positive person I've ever met. He sends thank you cards for everything, is always full of energy and smiling and generally acts like a Mormon.
So check this shit out.
His office is a house that has been converted into an office. It's very well done, with a nice parkinglot taking up a portion of the yard, hardwood floors everywhere and lots of signage. I'm sitting in a room next to his office, talking with a coworker and watching the good Doctor (through a window) pace around his office while talking on his Bluetooth headset. All of a sudden he glances out a nearby window and sees something in a tree. He reaches behind a bookcase and pulls out a BB Gun. Not just any BB Gun, a high-end competition pellet rifle.
It'll put your eye out all right... right through the back of your head.
He loads a pellet into the chamber and gives it a few pumps. By now half of the office is looking at him and wonder what the fuck he's up to. I'm pretty sure the rifle isn't something this older office ladies see regularly. While still chatting away on his Bluetooth headset, he crouches down at the window and takes aim. By now I can see what he's aiming at - the biggest, happiest squirrel you've ever seen. I turn to my coworker and ask:
"Is he gonna sh..."
And then he did. He shot the squirrel. And continued to chat on his Bluetooth. The squirrel freaked out in the tree, whipped it's tail around and then tried to climb up.
It couldn't. It dragged itself to a low branch and hung there. I was shocked. The ladies were shocked.
When I was a kid I spent a summer shooting birds and may have even shot a squirrel or to. I was 10, and I figured out towards the end of that summer that killing for fun is wrong. It's just dumb.
I walked outside to see if the poor thing was dead. Unfortunately it wasn't. This Doctor of Chiropractic had taken aim and shot the squirrel right through the middle of his back. He was paralyzed, and very much alive.
I pulled him out of the tree and set him on the ground. The fluffy guy had no idea why his rear legs and tail wouldn't work. It was terrible. I marched back into the office and demanded that he go outside and finish the job. The squirrel was going to die for sure, it was just a matter of when. The Dr. thought he stunned it, had no idea his rifle was powerful enough to kill a squirrel. He felt terrible, and was obviously feeling intimidated (being about a foot shorter and 150lbs lighter than me). I dragged him outside and walked him up to the squirrel.
He choked. He couldn't do it. He turned around and headed back inside, saying something about not wanting the neighbors to see him walking around with a gun.
After giving him some serious shit, I took the rifle. I walked outside, comforted the squirrel by petting the top and sides of his head, and shot him quickly through the back of the neck.
His eyes went dead instantly, and he peacefully drifted off. I felt terrible.
I went back inside and told the Doctor I wouldn't be killing anything else for him that day. I put the squirrel in a canvas bag and closed him up in a cardboard box and brought him home with me. About an hour later, Gadget and I buried him under a giant tree near a playground.
She gave him a white rose.
I can kill a deer if I'm going to eat it. I'd have no problem shooting a rabid dog. But killing a squirrel for fun is just ridiculous. I know shooting at moving targets is exciting but damn... squirrels are cute!
Oh well. I'm sure some of you will be horrified and others will have just killed a few squirrels before lunch. I guess the only question I have for you all is this:
How many of you have had to kill an animal, during a meeting, that your boss just paralyzed in front of you?
VIEW 6 of 6 COMMENTS
zoomusikgrl:
oh my god. that's terrible. i totally got the douche chills.
_bishop:
i can't be tonight 
but you missed a good time in there last night 
but you missed a good time in there last night