Many people have secretly talked badly and ranted about the actor's playhouse located in the corner of town, who also, strangely, work there.
At least we have the decency of saying "F*ck That Place!", PUBLICLY!
We use this word confidently, without worry or care, even if it's "not taking the high road", because there's absolutely nothing wrong with saying this phrase. After all, we are not the first ones to say this, so, why all the fuss?
NO. We have balls. We spake for the sake of not repeating a mistake.
Unlike our friends at the old actor's playhouse in the rich village where noblemen walk side by side with peasants, under the same sun, under the same moon.
Unlike our friends at the old actor's playhouse in the rich village where noblemen walk side by side with peasants, under the same sun, under the same moon.
No kind folks! Our friends down there like to deface, express complaints, and dislike that place, while their superiors aren't listening. Yet when the moment to speak up arrives, they tuck their tails between their legs, and shoves their noses up the most superior's ass.
CLAUS
For example, one employee, who we shall call Claus, constantly complained about how "this theater sucks", and how he only works at this theater half-heartedly, because he was on vacation and school was out. This person mocked the hell out of this place, only to in true "hypocrite fashion", continue working there kissing the asses of everybody, even though when he began working steady, he made it very clear that he was, (quote)"-way too qualified to work in such a low quality theater.. (unquote).
Obviously, one is almost impulsed to dash at the opportunity and say very loudly -" Then WTF are you doing working there [if you're so qualified] and if it's such a shitty place?!"
But, how does one respond to that?
But, how does one respond to that?
FACT: This person continues working there and brown-nosing the hell out of the ones he thinks are important, and thinks he has "made it", like so many other disillusioned fools that are stagnant in that hole in a corner of "ritzy town".
JAHNET
This one's a doosy!So unimportant! But so vitally related to the problem!
Someone hires this person, for the one simple reason, and one simple reason only. To sit around and do absolutely nothing but look like a miserable hole.
Sure she has "duties"- like keeping the bosses car safe from being issued parking tickets by sitting in it,while everyone else is busting their balls working!
Other duties include running to go get cigarettes and upon returning, continue doing nothing. Playing on her phone until she thinks of what song to annoy everyone with.
Salary and pay is the same as the people putting their lives in danger performing more difficult tasks.
Boss hires her only to have her sitting around [sometimes in front of everyone] and so he could eventually glance over her tits, as he imposes his influence by his position as her boss, in front of all the other hard workers. Other less intelligent workers do not notice anything wrong with this because they ALSO are too busy gazing at the hooters in this labor-related field/department. For the record- "No. The top does not match the bottom; what she has more than plenty of, in chest, she lacks in ass."
BILLY
Once, there was a show. The day before opening night, there was a lot of partying and celebrations happening [and no not the usual ones where the theater rats use the actor's apartments and dressing rooms for orgies and to take drugs and use as a place to hide their liquor].
Long story short, after a nice long night, the next day, when everyone regrouped back at the theater with hangovers, but with no choice but to go on with the show, little Billy boy ended up missing.
When they found him, possibly half-raped and infected with rabies, they finally were able to find him in a crack house somewhere in downtown, where they had to rescue him, as he somehow became stranded after a flash evening of drugs, robbery, bad luck, and an appetite for crack.
It's sad, because the noblest and the humblest workers there, are actually the one's society would deem the lowest. You can tell by their eyes, who has let things go to their head, and who has their feet firmly planted in the ground.
Unfortunately, the higher ones have their noses up someone else's ass, or their heads up their own asses so far, that it's impossible to notice and acknowledge those that deserve equal recognition as the directors, writers, sponsors, and producers (the only people they mention during honorable mentions).
Every "bottom of the ladder" person there, has usually been the noblest, and worked a fair load, with a balanced distribution of duties, and certain inside understandings.
Every once in a while, a boss will get up and do something outside their responsibilities (call it a guilty conscience or whatever) and starts doing some laborious work. Usually, however, it's when a new attractive member of the opposite sex is around.
