I cannot fucking stand....

...being treated like shit. I received the following e-mail tonight, Tuesday evening, after the theatre is closed up for the night:

"hey d,
i just wanted to make sure you remembered the valentine's day show tomorrow night and that the laundry gets taken care of for it!
thanks!
bridgette"

I usually pick up the laundry on Wednesday nights for this show and drop it off on Thursdays before the performances. And can I just go on a brief tangent to say that when I was hired on this project (in November), I was hired as an Assistant Costume Designer...not as a wardrobe maintenance person or a glorified push-over washer woman. GAH!!!! I told myself nearly a year ago that I would not work with this company because of the way that they had treated me in previous dealings (see "Grrr!" for details), and here I am getting paid a tragic amount of money for a ridiculous amount of work and being treated like an idiot. I was never even informed of this Valentine's show... in fact, I haven't been kept informed on a lot of this shit. Goddamn it. So I responded with this:

"Hi Bridgette,
It would have been nice to see a performance report or some other reminder before Tuesday night, as I typically pick up laundry on Wednesday evenings and return it on Thursday prior to the show. I will do my best to get it done, but as I was not aware of this ahead of time, it really screws with my schedule, as this is naturally not my only obligation and tomorrow is quite a busy day for me. I hope that everyone else knows about this performance, as I am sure that I am not the only person this affects. I have not even seen a performance report at all since the 8th of February. It is very difficult to keep tabs on a show when I am not receiving the necessary information.
D."

But what I really wanted to say was, "The amount of money you are going to pay me isn't worth it... fuck it, I quit. I don't want to work on your stupid little show. When I freelance, I do it to make enough money to survive, not to have some sort of artistic purpose. And while we're on the subject, there is NO artistic purpose to this show, FYI. It's trite. And I hate you and you're tacky." But that might be the anger/annoyance talking.

The best part of all this? I now have to drive downtown tomorrow morning, pick up laundry, drive home, get laundry done by noon, hop on the train to go to an interview for a job I'm pretty sure I'm not particularly interested in, drop off props materials to my design partner, get back on the train to get back home so that I can (hopefully) go buy a new tire/get my flat one repaired (because it decided this was a good week for such things), go drive back downtown (trip #3 for those of you keeping count) to drop off their fucking laundry, meet Bil down there, have him drop me off at the Mercury by 5:30 PM, where I am learning a friend's track backstage to sub for him. Yeah, that's going to happen... especially when they haven't even properly been able to plow the streets from the latest crazy fucking winter storm/miniblizzard.

I fucking hate this show. I totally hate this show. GAH!!!


That is all.