I had quite the exhausting day February, 12, 2010.
I received my most current mix of Young Pretty. Absolutely Marvelous.
I had to finish a group project. I had to complete answers for a class assignment.
I had a show to perform. And I had a wonderful, hilarious night before.
Come around 930am I get a call for being too nice, too generous; admonished for giving a friend of mine an itunes gift card and a supply store gift card. Not because it wasn't what they wanted, but because it was too great a gift (totaling $45).
I received a lecture of how I was their friend they thought of as a brother; like family. To which I was dumbfounded; would they tell their family to send gifts back? It was not a phone call you wish to receive. Getting admonished for giving too greatly and being lectured as solely being a friend (like family), when I signed the card "sincerely, your friend". A most odd beginning to a schoolday.
I received guff and gripe from my group about not having a posterboard completed. I came in late with an alternative to which they were furious. I missed a quiz so that the alternative could be effective. The quiz was on the very section I was covering in my part of the lecture of our group project. They were conspiring to dissolve my due credit for they complained that I contributed nothing (that they wanted). Come lecture time, our group is presenting powerpoint. For some odd reason, I was given a section that was supposed to be covered by another group member. Claiming they never received my attachment for my part of the lecture. I received notecards three minutes before we were "live".
Our first group member starts talking and it goes downhill. fast.
I have to chime in with the correct pronunciations, how the definitions can be applied to concepts the class can relate with, etc. Next is my section. I read it as a cross between An Anchorman and Barack Obama. Suffice it to say, it was dynamic, slightly stuffy, but always engaging. Our last group member starts stumbling over her section...which was the section that I sent the attachment for nights before. So they're executing less than fantastically, and I have to provide proper examples and definitions for what she's addressing, so that the class won't hate us/we won't fail our grade when we're tested/evaluated.
We start the Jeopardy! game. And it works like a charm. (just like I had assured them)
After all this, they shake my hand and say you did a good job, Jesse.
Heartache for nothing.
I'm handed an attachment for the laptop to return to the equipment manager. Except he's gone.
So yes, they still are quite the not-so-great people.
By the way, before I ran copies of the Jeopardy! game, I had to make a bank run, to find out there was only $17 in my account.
I became a victim of identity theft. :(
After all this madness with the admonishment, astonishment, and aggravating accomplishment, I was drained, and I still had a show to perform.
78% of the music I performed is sung. .78X43= a lot of minutes of singing (38 minutes)= a lot of lyrics to memorize=a lot of brain work=a lot of energy=a lot of effort.
suffice it to say, my music is demanding; melodically and lyrically. I prepare extensively to make sure that it is pristine and excellent.
People complained they couldn't make it to a weekday show because they'd have school the next day.
People excused themselves from making it on a weekend night because it'd be too expensive.
So I took those two things into account when preparing this show; I made it free and on a weekend, and a few (a five, really) would receive what has been blogged about before; my album Young Pretty in its completed/correct state.
I made a trip home (running on E, because the 15 i pulled from the bank went to 30 copies of three pages, 2 gallons of gas, and one gatorade), grabbed 2 outfits and made my way down.
I showed up an hour late, however, other acts were to perform before me
