Memo To Human Resources

Memo To Human Resources

Torg

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[Nov. 1st, 2005|10:58 pm]

[	mood	\|	jolly	]
[	music	\|	George Harrison - The Pirate Song	]

Halloween was yesterday and it was interesting. The original plan for the nights festivities comprised of going to see the Rocky Horror Picture show, where my boys, the Jolly Garogers were doing a set. Unfortunately, last week I found out that the gig had been cancelled, but they were still doing an early set at Ego's. I had already put in to get Nov. 1st off, to accommodate any Halloween over-indulgence. After finding out the re-schedule, I tried to switch shifts with a co-worker to get off earlier.
Now, I'm a reasonable guy, and can handle rejection. If she (co-worker) had simply said 'No' I'd have thought 'Shit, ah well, we'll just try to catch what we can'. But instead, she says 'Oh, I'll have to let you know...' So after two days, she calls me and says 'Oh, sorry I can't' and gives her excuse. And I'm feeling pretty let down... again, I can go with the flow, I was planning for missing the show start anyway, but to be strung along like that fuckin' pisses me off.
So, Halloween comes, an I arrive in my costume. Black Jolly Garogers shirt, ripped black pirate pants, stocking, boots and black overcoat. No one outside of the Photo Lab seemed ti gave known it was Halloween. My Dept. Manager is dressed as a doctor, and Miss I'll Let You Know is in a fucking cap and gown. Anyways, fast-forward to closing time, everything goes without a hitch, shut down occurs on time, and my sister and her husband arrive to pick me up.
We beeline over to Egos, and it looks pretty dead. We find out that the JG's gig starts at 11. (Website had 8pm listed) We sit for a minute, and Stagedive (from the JGs) arrives in his van. I had bought a T-shirt for him that reads 'I Swear I didn't Do It (It was some guy dressed as me)'. He laughed and we all talked for a bit.
It turns out that on Sept 19, which was Talk Like a Pirate Day, The JG's did several gigs all during the day, and had a camera crew tagging them. The footage was compiled into a documentary. It sounded pretty cool.
After that, the three off us went to IHoP for some dinner, then returned to the bar. We got it, met with the band some more, hanging out. Unfortunately, as we're standing around, Fremont (the drummer) announces that his cymbal kit has walked away. No cymbals, no drummer, no show. About fifteen or so minutes of searching the area, no luck. Captain Phleabag goes on and apologizes, but the show's been cancelled. They start packing up, and Stagedive comes over to personally apologize. I tell him its more of a drag about the kit than missing the show. He turns and says 'Let me grab you a DVD at least' and gets a copy of their documentary from the merchendise case. I ask how much I owe him, and he says nothing. We all offer our last goodbyes, and each band member (except Phleabag, who had gone elsewhere to double check) apologized, and we again said that the bigger disappointment was the theft.
Something I had found a little humorous was when Stagedive said that if we were looking for entertainment to try and check out rocky Horror. We ultimately decided to just call it a night, and I got my picture taken with Stagedive. All in all, it was an interesting night, but I think next Halloween I may just phone it in altogether.

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