This week, I may have made things a bit more difficult in my life at the KCRF.
I told the E.D. “No”, again.
This time, he contacted me on Thursday, telling me that his tonsils were swelling, and he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to handle the MC duties for the “Sweethearts of Swing” USO show that he’s put together for his church. “I’m looking for a really funny guy who can easily handle MCing the show,” sez he.
“I really don’t think I can do that,” sez I.
Several reasons, really. One, I don’t have anything resembling appropriate 1940s costuming at hand. Two, my daughter has rehearsal for her play, which meant that she wouldn’t be getting home until 5:30, making the likelihood that I could make it to fucking INDEPENDENCE, MO in time for a 7 p.m. performance iffy at best.
Oh, and I forgot the biggie: YOU’VE GIVEN ME LESS THAN 24 HOURS NOTICE AND ZERO REHEARSALS.
Slight problem, there.
I recognize what I’ve done. The E.D. went to me as a “go-to guy”, and I turned him down. I know that I’ll never get a chance for anything like it again, and most likely this will also bleed into how he treats me from now on.