16 tons, what'ya get?

First off. I can't believe my last post. I mean yeah that's how I'm starting to feel but I could have gone about that so much better.

Anyways, work has been hell, the first week of Fright Fest is over and done with. We have 5 or 6 Ushers... and only two are not complete idiots. That two is Val and I. Val and I get along great and she is adored by the cowboys. So what do they do? They separate us leaving me with the cowboy, who of which there are one or two who live to embares me. Example: My first moment out handing out show schedules - Crazy Cowboy who has a mic sees me walk out into the crowd.. what does he say over the mic to me? "Hey It's Lyndsey - Hey has that rash cleared up yet?" - ok, first off I have no, nor have I ever had in recent memory any rash of any kind. Secondly...I had to take it, I just had to stand there and hope no one caught that. Why, because even if I had a wise comment to through back at him - which I did - but wouldn't help me out, he has a mic... I do not. Next three days followed that same feel. It's getting better... we are all getting adjusted.

Tomorrow and Tuesday I'm pulling a serious double shift both days. Like 22 hours total. It's good, I can use the money. I'm calling in sick to work next sunday so I can drive up to Austin, spend the day with one of my most creative soul mates Matty, only to spend that same evening with him attending a Nightmare Before Christmas sing-along. All Rocky Horror style. It will be awesome.

work sucks, but if I make it from here through December, everything will be alright.

Whatever Tomoarrow brings... Spiral Out... Wave on....