Vent and inner rage

I almost forgot this is the one place I can go to and express myself. My Halloween was ruined by idiots and now I have no time for them. It is the one thing, event, time of year I keep for myself. Amidst, squabbling, back stabbing, betraying of trust. I felt like I was trapped in my own space with little dumb dumb’s running around talking about me behind my back. This happened. The biggest insult is that thought and behaved like they were doing me a favour by being there. I could have easily done it by myself or at least with the help of a couple of reliable people. My whole Bjork concept of ‘Complete Artistic Control’ went out the window when these entitled little wotsits started saying no to me when I gave them stage direction. Then there was the ‘If he is going to be like this, then next year I’m not doing it’. Well you have one thing right in that, next year you won’t be.

There is one person who is new to the fold and clearly doesn’t understand how this works, and they clearly have some hold over the others because we/ I have never had a problem with the group before, until now.

I am angry and usually after these events, people put themselves out, I am grateful, supportive and willing to repay their effort. Now I don’t care and they should be grateful to be part of such an amazing opportunity. Not one of them said thank you. We shall see how the little darlings fare when I do my job and that is all. You get what you ask for.

Rage over.