Yes...TOTALLY sold out!

We've had several sold-out events lately. While we're always delighted to have a sell-out, I wish we'd sell all but maybe 3 or 4 seats. My heart just dreads the moment we get to zero seats available.

"You're sold out??? TOTALLY?"

What I want to say is "No, asshole. We're semi-sold out, but I'm not giving YOU any tickets! I'm all-powerful, and manipulating your life gives me my jollies!"

Doesn't "sold out" mean TOTALLY sold out? I don't get it. But, you would not believe how many times I get that response when I tell someone we're sold out.

And, then there's the old "I know you keep some tickets back." Well, nooooooo, I don't. What would be the purpose in that? And, if I DID have some tickets in my back pocket, why in the world would I release them to some obnoxious stranger who shows up the morning of the event, expecting me to jump through hoops for him. Ain't gonna happen, honey. I stopped hoop-jumping a long time ago. I's bad for my knees.

My next favorite response comes just prior to the sell-out: "All you've got left is the back row of the balcony? You don't have something kind of in the center...close to the stage?"

"No, idiot...I DID have those seats about three months ago when this event went on sale, but since you've just gotten your act together about eight hours prior to curtain call...no. Nothing except the last row of the balcony."

"But, I NEED a good seat! I _________ (fill in the blank with the appropriate excuse - 'can't get around so good, can't see very well, can't hear very well, have worshiped this guy since the third grade, play the piano, too, promised my mother I'd get her good seats.'")

Yesterday, some guy told me I was ruining his big marriage proposal because I couldn't give him seats next to the stage. He just now THOUGHT about making these arrangements? (He came in about 6 hours prior to curtain.) BTW, he and his girlfriend arrived separately...or that was the plan. She was a no-show. I wonder if she would have said "yes?"

Time flies....

Good gravy! I canNOT believe it has been damn near a year since I've blogged. But, that's the reality of my life right now. It's not that I'm having that much fun...but time flies, anyway.

I have a job. A job I like. For the most part. I'm not saying where, and I'm not saying exactly what my position is because it's kind of unique, and conveying that information would make it way too easy to identify me. I still wish to remain anonymous. Let's just say I'm in - tah DAH - SHOW BUSINESS! Who'da thunk? I never EVER saw myself in show business. But, this opportunity came along, and they like me, and so...after damn near a year of unemployment...I have a job.

The problem is - show business is hard work. I pretty much work all the time. When I hired on, I was told that I'd be busy as hell during "the season," and I'd get some breathing room afterward. But what they DIDN'T tell me was that "the season" tends to grow...and grow...and grow. We have added new events by the carload. So, what I signed on for is not exactly the reality of my life. But, hey....I have a job. I have insurance. I have meaning in my life again.

I'm really not very grumpy at the moment, although my daughter would argue otherwise. I'll have to convey some of the stories of the dumbass people I run into. And, I'll have to grump about my family, friends and coworkers again soon.

But, for now...this will have to do. I got online to look for some coding so I could add a hit counter to a website I'm helping develop. (Why anybody over the age of 15 would want a hit counter on their website is beyond me...but they do...and I'm searching for one that doesn't include a damn AD!)

On to the counterquest.

Maybe it will make me grumpy!