SOT Blog Post: Envelopes Envelopes Envelopes!
Wednesday, November 30th, 2005So yea. I’m staying late tonight. Because one of the guys needs to print 1.7 million envelopes (well, there’s 2 guys working on it) and they’ve been at it for 2 days now. Who in their right mind thinks that a small little company like ours can handle receiving 1.8 million envelopes all at once? Seriously. We were scrambling to figure out where on earth we would put 22 skids/pallets of envelopes. Surprisingly enough we got them all in. I’m surprised the walls aren’t bulging. Why? Because there were still OTHER orders coming in at the same time! BAH! It was a madhouse yesterday trying to call trucking companies to get the printed stuff out of the way NOW NOW NOW so that we could continue to offload this freaking tractortrailer.
But the press operators aren’t the only one printing envelopes! WHEE! I get to print them as well! We’re doing some christmas type mailing this year, and I get the honourable duty of sitting and feeding a finicky printer that somehow out of a list of 100 envelopes, will suddenly restart from the beginning after printing the first 80. So not only do I have to sit and feed the thing constantly because I can only jam in like 10 envelopes into the manual feeder at a time, I have to read them all to make sure I’m not reprinting envelopes I’ve already printed!! This is after I’ve broken down the list of 600 or so envelopes into neat chunks of 100. Note to self: next time break them into chunks of 50.
Anyways, last night I went to Yuk-Yuk’s to see my friend Erik perform his 5 minute set. The stupid idoit went and got high before showing up at the club, and was drinking immediately before going on stage so he obviously didn’t do the right set, I saw he was scrambling trying to get something down and ended up doing a deamon-filled rant about Madonna, which he apperently did 2 weeks ago. He wasn’t that bad all things considering, even breaking out of character a whole lot. What absoloutly sucked though, is that the second guy who went up to do his set, had a story with a punchline in it. 5 minutes of listening to this story and it’s all he did. Which generally would be fine and dandy. Except 30 seconds into his story, I recognized it. I heard it before. No, I didn’t hear it before. I read it out of a book. Funny enough, a book Brandon made me read. Actually, in the entire book he only made me read the 2 pages that was this exact story this dude was telling on stage. I was so close to ripping into him by yelling out his punchline before he got to it. But I was too polite. Also, cokes at Yuk-yuk’s are $2.50 while getting in is only $2.00. And I was fucking pissed. I ended up blogging about it, and messaging Erik to find out who the stupid fucker is so that he can go yell at him for having someone like me, who isn’t into comedy, and doesn’t even read books often, could recognize that entire story. I hope the dude would just admit to stealing it and isn’t going to try to pass it off as his own. Cuz next time I go I’m bringing a copy of that book along just to… ARRG!
Yea. I should be right now working at Elevator doing their bar. But I’m not, because they probably wouldn’t have paid me as much as I’m getting paid now to feed a printer. But I’m also not that great at opening beer-bottles. I did it for Phil’s show and I really didn’t enjoy it. I can’t open a wine bottle to save my life either. I had to do both way back when. And Phil still owes me money from his show, which was like back in May. And I repainted the gallery, and it’s been I think 3 times now that I’ve been in there painting. I’ve only had to put up shows 2 times though. The first time Amanda was trying to set up how to put Phil’s show up on the walls and was making a complete mess of it all and took FOREVER like over an hour to hang 20 prints. Then I took Phil’s show down with him, and put up random images so the walls wern’t bare. And it took us like 20 minutes at most. Then the next day I drove his ass and his prints to St.Kitts for his next gallery opening and it took us like 20 minutes again to hang all 20 prints. I rule at hanging prints.
I’ve told the guys at elevator I want to learn how to frame. A bunch of them know it by now too. A lot think I’m a photographer since I hang out there a lot but I’m not. Well I take digital pictures with a P&S camera but that’s it. And my camera’s like shitty anyways. I’m really more into video but I retire from shooting shows because it’s boring and I can’t get into it and be a fan like everyone else. I should go back to shooting porn, I just need random orgies to start happening in my bed like last time I shot it. That was great fun. I was actually going to get hired to do extreme suspension video too that included a lot of behind-the-scenes stuff like building different structures, not just for suspending off of but they wanted to put extreme sport like skateboarding and rollerblading and BMX bikes all on hooks into it so there was going to be halfpipes and bowls and stuff that had to get built. But the whole thing got thrown into a backburner when they realized just how much it would cost to build up those types of structures so it ended up not happening.
Anyways. I’ve done a lot more here than I really thought I would. I’m surprised that the company made as many sales as it was supposed to. It sucks that I get 0.1% of total sales but I guess it’s better than nothing and I’m guessing in a few months it’ll get reviewed, cuz that’s how they want to do all raises from now on. If I’m not mistaken, that means that this month I end up with an extra $150 in my pocket, depending on if that kind of stuff gets taxed or not, and it probably does, meaning I’ll have like $100 extra which won’t even cover the new piercings I want to get which REALLY sucks. And I figured out that my take home pay is only 75% of the pay I’m supposed to be making offically which sucks even more because dude, I’m losing 25% of what I make immediately, and then another like 7% or 15% on taxes whenever I go out and buy stuff if it’s not unicycle related or something that I can do under the table. Like I know that taxes pay for shit that I need like roads and health care and shit like that but still it’s depressing to think that my whole idea of having a house paid off for by the time I’m 25 is going to be extended to like when I’m 27 or something. Not to mention the payments on my car and my side business running a brothel is going to have to hold til I’m at least 30.
Gotdamnit! Life sucks.
I should just apply for the photoshop job in Mexico and move in with Phil and be done with it.
I don’t know if I could afford a house in Mexico just yet but I’m sure if I waited 2 more years I probably could.
Anyways all the envelopes are printed and ready to be stuffed!
Sweet.
