Was scrolling through Philip’s theatre posts.
philipchevron wrote:I suppose after that it depends on whether or not you like André Previn as a composer. I happen to rate him quite highly.
Well, shit. I was canned from a fancy pants job once for making a co-worker (who came in on her day off to commit fuckery) that got very nasty (and picked a fight with little-ol’-me) cry. Waah!
The person they’d fired from the position before they hired and fired me was André Previn’s daughter. She got canned for being a Jesus freak and pestering the fancy as fuck clients. Fancier than Previn’s daughter?, I should think not. LOL.
The employer gave me severance (woo hoo!) and with it being around Christmas I went to Chicago, then Dublin to see the Pogues at the Point, getting back home on Christmas Day. Remember taking the train home from LAX/Union Station and there was a whacked out dude telling me he only travelled by hot air balloon, as I (tired from travel) mumbled under my breath “but you’re on a fucking train.”
There are far less than 6 degrees of separation, I’ve found. Way less. Like two - three, four at the most. 6 is ridiculous.
XO