A Student Worker's Horror Story

Nothing to see here, folks

A Student Worker's Horror Story-pt.2-The Setup
>two weeks later
>the fateful day arrives
>I would be working lights, as per usual
>we arrived an hour earlier to prepare the stage
>then, the second red flag appears
>you see, our PAC was so fancy it had it's own acoustical shell that could be taken down and put up at will
>we were bitching about having to take the shell down
>but then our boss showed up
>she said, "Miss Jacqui wants only the roof of the shell taken down, the walls will hep her wrangle the kids and keep them on stage
>I'm sorry, what?
>I was understandably confused, I had never heard of a PAC event in which the performers had to be wrangled
>suddenly. Miss Jacqui arrived
>she was wearing enough makeup to make even the most depressed circus clown shit his pants with laughter
>this opened up the 4th divorce possibility
>she was divorced and was on the prowl
>she was probably signed up for at least 5 different dating sites
>up to and including farmerlesbiansonly.com
>some of her helpers show up
>oh god
>please
>no
>they're volunteer. soccer moms.
>and a couple of their older, probably partially lobotomized, children
>we're so screwed
stay tuned for part 3-The Setup Continued

A Student Worker's Horror Story-pt3.-The Setup Continued
>I was trying to ignore the sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach
>I began performing a last minute lighting check
>I spotted two little shits onstage, stretching to prepare for the show
>they were about ten feet away from me
>I yelled that the lights were coming in
>and I began pulling down roughly 500 pounds of heavy light fixtures
>now, my voice at the time was very coarse and loud, so there was no way they couldn't hear me
>they were still there, stretching
>I acted quickly, grabbing on to the opposite side of the pulley
>dislocated my right arm
>I got dragged three feet up the rope before the lights stopped moving
>after popping my arm back into its socket, I was unbelievably pissed
>luckily, they understood and left
>I realized that this was going to be a long night
>two small children were nearly maimed, and the show hadn't even started
>miss jacqui called us over, to explain how the show would be run
>she said she was, "old school"(claimed to hate technology while using her iphone for fucking everything)
>so instead of running her show from the sound booth like a normal person
>she wanted to run it from the front row of seats
>we all were dumbfounded
>no one runs shows like this
>so we had to be spread really thin across the entire PAC
>in addition to having a person onstage, and a person filming this shit show
>we had to have someone sitting beside her, in the front row, giving orders into a headset
>that unlucky bastard was Carl
>Carl suddenly began to hate his life
>I asked Miss Jacqui what she wanted for lighting
>she told me to surprise her
>lighting is based around giving people what they want
>I, begrudgingly, asked if she wanted to use the disco ball
>she said yes
>but she never told me when
>so now I had to designate someone to go up into the catwalk to lower the disco ball
>I never knew something this side of dashcon could be so poorly organized

A student worker's horror story part 4-Thy Flesh Consumed
>I waited with dread as the PAC filled up with the worst of humanity
>seriously, I would have supported blowing up the PAC to get rid of them
>think: a crowd full of anti-vaccine facebook moms and the people who marry them
>they wouldn't shut up so we couldn't start
>I shit you not, the show was delayed 15 minutes because this crowd had no sense of decorum
>the soccer mom helpers were given mics to start the show
>I'm not sure if half of them knew what a mic was
>because they talked on their phones
>WITH LIVE MICS 2 FEET FROM THEIR FACES
>they carried on conversations
>WHILE HOLDING LIVE MICROPHONES
>we could hear them quite clearly through the PAC speakers
>to no one's surprise, they were an unorganized mess
>ten minutes before the show, they gave us a CD with all the music on it
>when they were starting the show, they brought in a ten dollar cd player from Walmart
>we gave them a mic to amplify it
>we expected them to plug it in
>apparently, that was too complicated, so they just held the mic up to to cd player speaker
>the first act started, 8 or so girls aged 6 months to three years
>It was less like watching a dance recital and more like watching a harried preschool teacher try to control her class
>the performers had barely mastered walking, so their dancing was like watching a toddler take their first steps
>this went on for a few more acts
>I wanted to be blinded with a cattle brad
stay tuned for part 5

*cattle brand

File: download.jpg (65KB, 625x472px) Image search: [Google]

65KB, 625x472px

Please continue

Please

File: QUAD-GEM-DMX.jpg (161KB, 1500x1500px) Image search: [Google]

161KB, 1500x1500px

A student worker's horror story part 5-Cringefest 2016
>After slogging through 7 of these acts, we finally got to the highlight of the show
>9 year old girls dressed like '80s rap background dancers awkwardly hopping around
>while a kidsbop version of Flo-Rida's "My House" playing through a shitty cd player
>they seriously looked like chimps with parkinson's disease
>this was when we brought down the disco ball
>it looked terrible
>so it kept with the theme quite nicely
>I also turned on the quad lights (pic related)
>It looked like some meth addicted twelve year olds had designed a rock concert
>I thought it couldn't get any worse
>they proved me wrong
>they ended the act by flashing what I can only assume are gang signs
>I wanted to put a head sized hole in the wall
>the show ended
>they put me in charge of making the dvd for her
>I labored in Adobe Encore making a dvd menu for her
>worst part is, after the show ended, none of us got tipped
>moral:never let soccer moms run a business
the end

>>38637350
What a letdown. Since this is 4chan, I was expecting pedophilia or, at a minimum, you hooking up with Miss Jacqui.

you only wasted two mins of my life. didn't read but three sentences