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This morning I was fast asleep, dreaming about sitting in a dentists chair that looked more like one of the "shampoo" chairs at a salon, getting "put under" for what I thought was a routine cleaning -- not with gas, but with a headrest that cut off the circulation to my head...
When our friendly stage scheduler called (cue Foo Fighters' "Learn to Fly" ringtone). So in the span of sixty seconds, I went from sadistic dentists' office to being asked to open Splash tomorrow. And lead the crew through DOSH inspection. Our day crew. In the rain. At 6:30 a.m. (thereby losing 2 scheduled hours of OT).
I may have said yes to all that, since I don't want anyone to interpret declining as me chickening out of a DOSH inspection. But on this rainy, random morning I needed a few minutes to wake up and think it over. The scheduler and I must differ on what "a few minutes" means. She called back before I could find any warm caffeine in the kitchen, saying she'd found someone else. Well, that's ducky.
And who was supposed to open Splash tomorrow? The scheduler, of course.
When our friendly stage scheduler called (cue Foo Fighters' "Learn to Fly" ringtone). So in the span of sixty seconds, I went from sadistic dentists' office to being asked to open Splash tomorrow. And lead the crew through DOSH inspection. Our day crew. In the rain. At 6:30 a.m. (thereby losing 2 scheduled hours of OT).
I may have said yes to all that, since I don't want anyone to interpret declining as me chickening out of a DOSH inspection. But on this rainy, random morning I needed a few minutes to wake up and think it over. The scheduler and I must differ on what "a few minutes" means. She called back before I could find any warm caffeine in the kitchen, saying she'd found someone else. Well, that's ducky.
And who was supposed to open Splash tomorrow? The scheduler, of course.
posted by Adam at 12:40 PM
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