What is it with boys and phones?

Why is it that when The Candyman calls me I ring him back right away, but when I call him it can take between five minutes and four days to get a return call? It's not as though he doesn't want to talk to me, because half the time he initiates the contact and when we do speak it's usually for at least an hour. I mean, last week I rang him on Thursday and he rang me back on Sunday because he had been camping with his Dad, so that made sense, but this week I rang him Thursday and I know he can't be out of town again because he has rehearsal.

Must be Thursday. Thursday is a bad day.

So the spectre of the Most Evil Linen Company In All the Land has raised its ugly fucking head again.

At 4.30 Thursday, after screaming about it for two weeks, they finally faxed me about 100 pages of invoices. This of course means that if I'm going to cut them a check on Monday I'm going to have them back today and come in on the weekend and do it.

So I gave them to the lab manager, who is about the stupidest bitch who works here (and trust me, that is quite an achievement), and she looked at this giant pile of paper and said "But what about that one I gave you the other day?"

She gave me one tiny piece of paper the other day. I was handing her a novel. How she thought that they could be even remotely comparable I don't know.

So I told her that no, that there was in fact a large difference between one sheet of paper and an entire ream,and she said "But I've already signed off on these! I've been giving you them all along!" which is either a boldfaced lie, or she's been sending them via Zaire.

Then she said that she didn't think she can get them back to me Friday and I said "Well, get as many of them to me that you can, because I need to get this guy out of my ass!"

Speaking of constant ass references, it sure shut her up good!

Coupla Tillbrook stories I forgot to tell:

So on Wednesday when I went to the Mercury Lounge I had forgotten my wallet at work, but I had stuffed fifteen dollars in my pocket, so I didn't feel the need to turn around and go back. Because what would one need a wallet for besides that?

Can we all tell that I don't drive on a regular basis and that I have been over 21 for quite awhile?

Yes, I get to the Mercury and there is this giant sign up:
HAVE YOUR IDs READY
So I was kind of worried, but since I am clearly over twenty-one, I thought they might let me by. So I went up to give them my ticket and the girl barely glances at me and stamps my hand. And I was very pleased!

For about one second...I almost went back to her and said "Hey, it's pretty dark in here, I could be under age!" but better sense prevailed.

Also Wednesday at around 8p I was standing outside the club smoking and killing time when Glenn came out of the club with another guy, said hi kind of generally to me and the few other people standing out there, and then said "Bye now!" and trotted off down the street, presumably to get some dinner. Which was the first hint that I had that when it said on the ticket "Doors Open at 8p" that didn't mean that the show would actually start anytime near then!

The funniest part was that I was watching him walk down the street, and then this guy passes him walking in the opposite direction and does the hugest double-take. I could hear him thinking "But, I have tickets! I paid $12! Why is he leaving??!!"

One year ago today:
Usually I buy the moon.

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