No more madness.
Here is my list of madness that has to stop. And by “madness,” I mean lies.
- don’t tell me that someone’s outside right now waiting on the TV to be delivered when it’s never been ordered.
- don’t tell me the client cancelled “at the last minute” when they actually cancelled last week, but you forgot to call and let me know.
- don’t tell me that you don’t know how that booger got on the wall.
- don’t tell me you don’t have a girlfriend when you live with yours.
- don’t tell me “they said” they didn’t need the documents when clearly they needed the documents and you just forgot to fax them.
- don’t tell me you’re ready to buy a house when you ain’t got no credit and your mama’s really the one buying it for you. and she’s got credit issues, too.
- don’t tell me the casting agent specifically requested to see me, when there are 34 other actors (from your agency alone) that you sent the exact same email. (try using bcc next time)
- don’t tell me you called but couldn’t reach me when i have caller i.d.
- don’t tell me that you recently broke up with your girlfriend (you know, the one you said you didn’t have) when you still live with her. still.
- don’t tell me it can’t be done when the fact is you’re just too lazy to do it.
- don’t tell me that someone else broke the lamp/hit first/left the fridge open.
Stop with the madness. I’ve had/done my share. But I can’t take anybody else’s anymore. Here’s my new plan: Whenever someone is bullshitting me, I’m calling it out. “You say you couldn’t reach anyone? That’s bullshit.” “You’re late because you got pulled over? Bullshit. Show me the ticket.” “You moved out? Really? I’m calling your landlady to confirm. Think I don’t have the number? Bullshit.”
F*ck you and your madness.
No more madness. No more lies. No more tolerance.
It’s so much easier to be sane.
- Inda
16.Jul.08 
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