Caution: Swearing Ahead

If you don't like it when I drop multiple f-bombs in a post. Turn away now.

So I'm not doing great today, for various reasons I won't go into here. But I didn't need this:

I got a call this afternoon from MMG saying Chloë had a casting call for H&M in Brooklyn. On Monday.

Um, I can't make that, so I emailed them back and said we had other plans.

They email back, can you make it Tues or Weds?

I say, sorry, no, we can't afford it right now, on such short notice. (And by that I meant short notice for taking flights, because I know that is standard notice for castings.) Which is true. We can NOT afford it. Plus, she's not even really into it right now, and I am not going to force her.

Well, the fucking bitch from MMG calls me and proceeds to YELL in my EAR, saying, "Um, we have people flying out from California, and you can't make it from Virginia? That's ridiculous. I don't like looking like an idiot when I submit her and they request her, and I have to tell them she can't come. Blah blah blah. If you can't afford it, I'm going to stop submitting her [Fine! Go ahead, duh!] right now until you can. That is standard notice for a casting call. Normally you receive one-day notice for castings, and we expect you to make it," and she kept reiterating the same spiel.

To which I said, "Uh, I really do not need to be yelled at right now. I just don't need it. I don't," and I hung up.

So they might drop her because I hung up on her. Oh well! Don't come fucking yelling in my ear. The money is NOT there. Are they going to pay our way up, AGAIN, just to be told she didn't get it, AGAIN? I thought not.

Fuckers.

There, I feel better now.

Fin.