ouch

So um, yeah. Graceful, I'm not.

In one scene of Chicago I have to run across the stage, following/chasing one of the murderesses and bump in to Billy Flynn. Apparently, I can't run in my chunky heels as I promptly rolled my left foot on to it's side and really messed up my ankle.

I'm now making friends with the ice pack.

it really hurts...on both sides of the ankel, which is the really odd part.

Oh well.

I also think that Van got the shaft from work - yet again. Perhaps it's his choice, I don't know, but they have gone to "set shifts" and "bidding on shifts".

It makes sense to me that the person who has been there the longest (Van) and who has the highest scores on monitoring (also Van) and who has bent over backwards for this company (yep - you guessed it - Van!) Would get first choice of shifts!

But, apparently not! I find out tonight that his "set shift" is 12 - 8!!! What the fuck kind of a shift is that?!?! And on top of that, he didn't get first bid! What the hell?!

Ah, but what the hell do I know? He is telling me that I shouldn't be so bent about it. He didn't choose it, but I shouldn't be upset about it.

I am upset about it. That to me is just another stick up the ass to Van.

I just don't understand why he's not jumping up and down and demanding the 9 - 5 shift he deserves. Certainly over the one who has it right now - someone who can't spell shit or say shit even if she had a mouth full of it!

But, whatever...it's the way of the world.

Fuck! I can't wait until one of us leaves.

Well, cue to cue goes tomorrow night. I can't wait! It's a whole lot of hurry up and wait until midnight or 1am.

exciting! Not!

I think I bit off a whole lot more than I can handle with this show.

This just fucking sucks.

Nothing tonight was right. Not one blessed thing. Not even my songs. I thought I could fall back on them, but apparently not.

it's just one big show of suck for me right now. I hope it gets better...fast!