Dont piss of southerners....

I was in Nashville, TN yesterday and began the morning pretty relaxed. A few people strolled into my seminar, around 7 or 8 and I signed them in and everything was going great. Then the shit-storm arrived. I was expecting 86 people for this seminar but ended up with 104. This room was already at max capacity and I had nowhere to put these people. I literally had to put chairs behind the speaker and around the trash cans and squeeze people in any way I can. As people are signing in, there are others who haven't paid and even more people who just aren't registered but have paid. On top of that I have people coming out of the room telling me there are no more seats, people leaving because of the lack of space and a speaker who looks like she wants to rip my head off because she has to use the hotels sound system which requires she carries around a hand held microphone all day. God I love BER. They send me out into the ditches so that I can have over 100 people creating a tornado around me while I look like I don't know what the fuck Im doing. Oh man, these southerners were pissed. WHERES MY BOOK!? I WAS TOLD THAT I WAS SIGNED UP!! WHOS IN CHARGE HERE?! I am redneck. After telling the fat southern men and women to go into a diabetic coma and shut the fuck up, and after fixing the sound system that the hotel had NO IDEA how to fix, things finally got underway. After my week of having two speakers and yesterdays shit-show, I am honestly not cheery over my decision to do this job again. After the seminar ended and everyone gave shitty seminar scores to us, I left. I got in a cab. Went to Nashville airport. Was stopped at security for a half hour because I had 9 volt batteries in my case. Fuck them. Crashed in the Delta Lounge. Boarded the plane. Flew to Dallas. Arrived in DFW. Got to a La Quinta by taxi service. I hate La Quinta. Its 945 by the time I get in my room. I wanted to workout. FUUUUUUUCCCCKKKK. Whatev.

I reported the problem, and of course the company acts like I didn't troubleshoot the situation well enough. Doing this of course while sitting back in Seattle in an office,

behind their little desks with their clothes in THEIR drawers, and THEIR showers to get into, and THEIR beds to sleep in at night and see THEIR friends and not babysit not only one, but TWO people at times. I swear to god, whose requests can sometimes be short of wiping their asses. Anyways... this is what I signed a contract for and should have understood when I did another year right? Not really. I guess I didnt imagine that I would be this bitter this soon with all thes changes that occured. Oooooookay. Breathe in buddy. Whining done.

I fly to Oklahoma City tonight, and hope to see the Oklahoma City Bombing memorial. Heard its pretty powerful. Maybe Ill get some good BBQ there too. Well deuces from Dallas, TX yall.