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Aug. 29th, 2006 04:21 amSo I did a shift tonight with a new rigging company. Not grunt road-case lugging, but actual truss-and-motor rigging. Which is nice!
And because they hire a lot of riggers, they don't care about my dreadlocks. They do, of course, ask that their staff be neatly presented and courteous, and polite in their language.
So I was working with one of their old hands tonight, who was up in the roof dropping some rigging. The house tech, down on stage, started to move some of his house truss in, and stopped about halfway. I gave no thought to this, and kept doing whatever I was doing. My man in the roof radiod down about something else, as the house tech was wandering over to me, and at the conclusion of the call, said "Oh, and tell the house tech I'm sorry I switched his truss motor off, I'll switch it back on now."
"Ok. He's looking relieved that there was a good reason that it stopped suddenly."
"Tell the cunt to be more relieved I don't come down and punch his fucking lights out for fucking moving the truss while I was standing 6 inches from the fucking motor in the roof"
"... I think he caught the gist of that."
Is it wrong, in a similar vein, to be drinking knock-off beers at 4.30 am? It's when I knock-off, after all!
Oh! And in the process, I may have overcommitted myself. When speaking to the guys I used to do a lot of work for (and now do maybe 2 days a week on a good week) over the weekend, they said "So, busy?" and I said "Booked this week, yeah", and they said "The week? Not the weekend?" and I said "Not yet.". And they said "Goodoh, we have a busy weekend next weekend as well.". I *think* I said "well, book me s soon sa you have days." But I may be remembering that because I *wanted* to have said that. Because, of course, I've now said yes to working for the new company Sunday morning, which makes it impossible to work for the old company Saturday night. And I know damn well the old company will be asking me to work Saturday night, but only because a mate of mine wants that night off.
Which means if he *hadn't* wanted the night off, they wouldn't have called, which justifies me saying yes to the new company ... argh. Freelancing. *sigh* So I have to ring the old compnay tomorrow, and say "Hey, my weekend's filling up, I can't do Saturday night, thought I'd let you know, if you want me Friday book me now" and just weather them saying "But we told you we had a busy weekend!". And patiently explain - again - that I'm not a full-time employee, so "We have a busy weekend." isn't at all the same as "Here are your confirmed shifts.", and that I work - as I've said - for whoever inks in a start time first. While knowing, deep down, that I should probably have given them a chance to confirm the weekend before I inked in the new company. Ah well. I'll cope. They'll cope. We'll all cope. Especially since I have beer!
sol.
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And because they hire a lot of riggers, they don't care about my dreadlocks. They do, of course, ask that their staff be neatly presented and courteous, and polite in their language.
So I was working with one of their old hands tonight, who was up in the roof dropping some rigging. The house tech, down on stage, started to move some of his house truss in, and stopped about halfway. I gave no thought to this, and kept doing whatever I was doing. My man in the roof radiod down about something else, as the house tech was wandering over to me, and at the conclusion of the call, said "Oh, and tell the house tech I'm sorry I switched his truss motor off, I'll switch it back on now."
"Ok. He's looking relieved that there was a good reason that it stopped suddenly."
"Tell the cunt to be more relieved I don't come down and punch his fucking lights out for fucking moving the truss while I was standing 6 inches from the fucking motor in the roof"
"... I think he caught the gist of that."
Is it wrong, in a similar vein, to be drinking knock-off beers at 4.30 am? It's when I knock-off, after all!
Oh! And in the process, I may have overcommitted myself. When speaking to the guys I used to do a lot of work for (and now do maybe 2 days a week on a good week) over the weekend, they said "So, busy?" and I said "Booked this week, yeah", and they said "The week? Not the weekend?" and I said "Not yet.". And they said "Goodoh, we have a busy weekend next weekend as well.". I *think* I said "well, book me s soon sa you have days." But I may be remembering that because I *wanted* to have said that. Because, of course, I've now said yes to working for the new company Sunday morning, which makes it impossible to work for the old company Saturday night. And I know damn well the old company will be asking me to work Saturday night, but only because a mate of mine wants that night off.
Which means if he *hadn't* wanted the night off, they wouldn't have called, which justifies me saying yes to the new company ... argh. Freelancing. *sigh* So I have to ring the old compnay tomorrow, and say "Hey, my weekend's filling up, I can't do Saturday night, thought I'd let you know, if you want me Friday book me now" and just weather them saying "But we told you we had a busy weekend!". And patiently explain - again - that I'm not a full-time employee, so "We have a busy weekend." isn't at all the same as "Here are your confirmed shifts.", and that I work - as I've said - for whoever inks in a start time first. While knowing, deep down, that I should probably have given them a chance to confirm the weekend before I inked in the new company. Ah well. I'll cope. They'll cope. We'll all cope. Especially since I have beer!
sol.
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