Okay… I’m pissed. And no, I’m not going to stop and think about this before I say it here publicly. I don’t care who sees this or who reads this… this is friggin’ ridiculous.
My life and my job only depends on a few ‘outside’ commitments per year and some of those involve making arrangements to go out of town to events like BOA, DCI, WGI, TMEA, etc. – all on my own expense. Maybe I don’t need to attend all of those functions, but considering the number of people I run into at these places and the fact that getting my name out there is essential in the building process of my career, I have to do everything I can to make it happen.
For the first time since 2003 I made arrangements to attend WGI. Not only have I not been able to see BOA or DCI in the past several years, TMEA has been the one and only function I’ve been able to attend since 2003 (’05-’08) and that’s only because it’s local. (I was at BOA/DCI in 2004).
This year I’m a little tight for money. No big deal though… I chose this job and career and that’s just the nature of it sometimes. But this trip to WGI had to get put on hold… and longer on hold… and until exactly 5 days ago, I had not yet bought a ticket. I can’t express to anyone how bad I need to go to this event. I have never been to the percussion championships before and since I’m still trying to get IN to the wgi circuit for percussion, where better to start or get the name out there?
So, as in years past, this year looked bleak at best for me to be able to afford the trip. Every year around tax time I am broke. Literally broke!
My beef is this… here’s an e-mail I received on March 28, 2008 from one of my clients (no names given), copied and pasted, word for word: “My Boosters should be in the process of sending you a deposit this week.” And another e-mail from another client sent on April 9, 2008: “I’ve got a check in hand for your deposit. I’ll drop it in the mail in the next couple of days“.
Okay… let me get something straight… If the check is not in the mail, don’t tell me it will be in the mail soon, or we’re “working on it”. That’s a bunch of crap, and do you know what that does to me? That puts me in a fucked up situation where I spent every dime I have to go to wgi on the assumption that the check would have arrived by April 17. Both of which have not.
I’m an idiot… plain and simple. No, no… all of you reading this can say it’s their fault and they didn’t hold up their end of the bargain… but how does that help me? How does it make up for the fact that I have $20 in my bank account right now (yeah, boo hoo) and I bought a non-refundable flight to Dayton? Not only that, not a single “friend” of mine here is willing to give me a ride to the airport that is 10 miles away. I’ve asked everyone in town and around and no-one will help me out. Most of that may be because I had to book an early 5:50am flight, but the cab/shuttle services that are usually around $25 are instead $40 because of an extra $15 charge for “red eye” pick-ups.
What good is charging these guys extra money for being late? Money doesn’t make me feel any better. It doesn’t “bring back” wgi to get me another chance to go and see it. Technically they aren’t even “late”. But they still told me the “check was in the mail” and I’m just an idiot for assuming that 3 weeks was enough time for the USPS to deliver a check from a school located 17 miles from here. (I coulda walked there, picked it up, and walked back and still had time to spare).
I just want to cry right now and I don’t know why. I don’t know what to do or if it would make sense for me to even go. In a way, I threw away $260 on a plane ticket and the way it looks right now, I just can’t go on the trip anymore. I can’t even get a ride to the airport, and if I paid all the money I had in my account, I wouldn’t have a car or be able to pay for food or a place to stay when I get there. What the hell happened? Why did I put myself in this position? Why do I read something someone says in an e-mail and automatically accept it as truth?
I’m done with this… and I’m not saying this out of frustration from this instance or because it just now happened… but this will be my final year as a drill designer. I’ve come to a conclusion that would be very difficult to get me to change my mind at this point. This whole experience was the straw that broke the camel’s back.
For all of my clients I’ve made out contracts, set deadlines… yet no matter what happens with a “late” payment or anything like this, it doesn’t make up for missing wgi. It doesn’t give me another chance to go this year. It doesn’t make up for the fact that I won’t get to see friends of mine from Japan and the Aimachi line… as well as be there to see people I love and care about.
It’s a huge joke and I am so livid right now. My job is a blast when it involves the actual writing process. But this bullshit regarding payments and misleading e-mails is something I don’t want to deal with anymore.
* and by the way, I just got an e-mail back from the one director who said they were gonna send it in the “next couple days…” on April 9th… they just told me it was dropped off TODAY and should be on its way.
Why did you tell me it would be mailed in the next couple days and not mail it for a week?
Again, my words are not that of someone who’s going through a tough time right now… this has happened every year for the past 4+ years and I’m dead sick of it. I’m disgusted with working a job that requires so much of my patience and dealing with people who will refuse to be honest with me, or seem like they aren’t. They’ll treat me wonderfully through e-mail and phone conversations – and once I’m out of the line of sight, it’s like I’m suddenly yesterday’s garbage. That might not be their intentions but that’s what I end up getting in the end. I feel like I’m being treated like garbage.
But as I said… this is my fault. In a way, I’m being selfish. I could have saved the money before and planned for this. I could have not spent so much money some other time and been ready for this. But I saw the potential that with the contracts signed and agreements set that everything would work out smoothly this year. I got confirmations nearly a month ago saying that the “check was in the mail” and not from people that far away either. I made the assumption that even though money was tight that since the money was “on its way”, I would be fine. Tax season came and went… it cost me a little more this year than last but it’s done. Maybe I underestimated how much I would owe.
Maybe I just screwed up.
It doesn’t even matter anymore. I just can’t go to WGI now.
I have to stay home and eat the money I spent on the flight. There’s nothing else I can do.
It’s so sad when I have roommates and friends that say they’ll do anything for me… but if I desperately need a ride at 5am to the close-by airport (Hobby), it suddenly turns into “well, anything but that”. I’ve never turned a friend down for a trip to the airport. Unless it conflicted with class or work or something equally as important. But when I start out by asking “are you doing anything Saturday morning/afternoon?” and they say, “no, nothing all day…”, I then ask about a ride to the airport and they suddenly get all “well, I wanted to sleep in and I was planning on going to a party and staying out late Friday night”.
What the hell? Are you all really my friends? Why are you doing this to me? Do I deserve this? Does anyone deserve this?
Those of you that read this, spare me the whole “if I was there, I’d help you…”. I know you would and I do appreciate it. But you’re not here… and I know there are people out there that could and would help me but can’t because of where you are. But I’m surrounded by a bunch of spoiled assholes that can’t spare 30 minutes of their morning to help out a “friend” because they want to spend all night Friday partying and getting hammered off their asses, leaving me here to just sit and do nothing. And the fucked up part about this is I’ll wake up sometime in the afternoon on Saturday, see some of these “friends” and the first thing they’ll say to me is “I thought you were going to Dayton?”. I’ll just look at them and say “no, I just didn’t feel like going” or make up some other equally pathetic excuse. There’s no point in rubbing it in or complaining. I don’t agree with the whole shoulda, woulda, coulda stuff… what’s done is done, and even if they had the balls to say “well, geez, if you really needed a ride that bad, I woulda…” That thought just makes me wanna puke, because I know everyone would say that. It’s so easy to do that, isn’t it?
Can you believe that I actually routed a trip to ride my BIKE to the airport? It would take me an estimated 2-3 hours with the non-freeway route, but it’s possible. Then I look at that and think of how ridiculous that is. It’s hopeless.
I’m getting the hell out of this job… and the hell out of Houston. I don’t need anyone to tell me that everything will be okay or shit happens. Yeah, I know. Everything will be okay… shit will always happen… and drill writers are now a dime a dozen. I know I’m good at what I do, but it’s not worth this. It’s not worth getting stressed over and literally brought to tears because I can’t find one person who’s generous enough to give me a ride to the airport when I don’t even have enough money for a simple taxi.
I’ve decided… I’m just going to go back to school. After this year of writing and the fall is over, maybe there’s a chance I go back to Japan and work or march with Aimachi. But from that point on, I’ll probably save every penny I earned this year and I’ll get myself back into school. Where? who cares… I just need to get as far away from this activity as I can because as much pleasure as I’ve gotten out of it in the past 7 years of doing it, I’m getting pushed further and further away from actually being happy.
I may do it again though… I won’t eliminate that possibility. You can’t eliminate anything at this point. However, my resignation from this hassle of dealing with “the check is in the mail” and multiple multiple apologies for lateness or “my treasurer forgot to…” this or that, all is a result of not just this instance but years of excuse after excuse… and in the end it’s no-one’s fault but mine. Poor money management and not learning from one year to the next that I cannot depend on my clients to pay me on time or when they say they will. I should have set this money I needed aside a long time ago, knowing full-well this could happen. But every year it happens I get the same “we’ll do better next time” excuse and when it doesn’t happen, I get another excuse. Last year it was the fault of the post office… this year it’s a lazy treasurer.
So, I’m done… and not until I figure out a better way of managing my finances am I going to do this anymore. This isn’t a joke. I’m very serious about this right now.
For those affected by this that had nothing to do with these issues that caused the problems, I am very sorry and you can thank those other clients of mine that don’t have a clue. (sorry, but you don’t).
I doubt that more than 5 people will read this… and I wouldn’t be surprised if publishing this comes back to bite me in the ass. I’m aware of the controversy that might surround me with this too, if any.
No-one will ever understand just how shitty I feel right now. How I literally went from being sure everything would work out with the wgi trip and had to wait and wait until I bought the ticket… I waited so long that by the time I couldn’t wait any longer, the price was close to $600 to leave Friday and come back Sunday. Instead, I had to settle for Saturday and coming back Monday, and because of switching planes and stops, the only way I could get to Dayton early enough was to take a 5:50am flight outta Hobby. Now I ask everyone I know… being as polite as I can and even offering all I can for gas money, but NOT A SINGLE person will help me and get me to the airport.
I’m over this… I really am over this.
I’m sorry to those that were at wgi and I didn’t get to see. I really wanted to go. And I’m sorry to those that are finding out now that I will no longer be working as a visual designer after the 2008 year is over. I’m still going to do my job and do the best that I can. I wanna go out with a bang of sorts… maybe make people go, “damn, look at that guy’s drill… I wanna hire him”. I’ll have to just turn them down and say “Sorry… this was my last year.”
Maybe I’ll be back… but not for a while. I need to go to school… and do something different.