Thursday night turned out even more fun than I expected. Worked the door for my friends' nonfiction reading series event, read a brand new essay during open mic (and didn't choke, and people laughed at the right parts), met some cool new people, went to the "afterparty" & drank delicious wine.
Of course the password didn't work, YOU DIDN'T READ YOUR FUCKING EMAIL TELLING YOU HOW TO LOG IN TO THE NEW SYSTEM AND INSTEAD BANGED YOUR STUPID APE HANDS ON THE KEYS WHICH ONLY MANAGED TO LOCK YOU OUT. Guess you're not going to get paid, moron. I shouldn't have to hold your hand on this simple task. So. Angry. At. Stupidity.