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it’s happened. finally, after years of being a professional diva, i have been forced to take a position. and before all you rude people jump to conclusions, i mean i’ve been forced to take a… such an ugly word… job. yes, your favorite diva will be starting work on monday… in an office… with desks and chairs and and and… dare i say it?… bosses.
of course, i have absolutely no idea what they are expecting me to do as i’m sure they’ll be providing an assistant to do the actual work. i’ve booked an early session at the spa for 11 on monday so i should arrive in time for whatever it is they foresee i will be doing. i do hope they won’t be asking me to actually use one of those horrible little PCs that they have. they must realise that a diva only uses a mac?
the pay is appalling. i don’t know how they expect peasants to live on the crumbs they give you, let alone someone like me. but because of this financial crisis bla bla bla my lawyers keep harping on about, it seems that i must accept the pocket money they’re offering with enthusiasm and gratitude. i’ve told them it won’t keep me in underwear, not to mention the (regrettably skeleton) staff i am obliged to maintain. fortunately, they (the minions) have few expectations or ambitions so working for peanuts won’t really bother them.
and what does one wear to this workplace? i suppose i should dress down for the occasion. i don’t want to unleash the full force of the diva on day one. i can’t guard against all the office gossip that will ensue from having a celebrity in the mix but i won’t be the one to hand out the ammunition. oh! that reminds me. i must talk to the head of security at the company. it seems that they let riff-raff just walk in off the streets! haven’t they heard of the paparazzi? or stalkers? or fans? good grief, it’s going to be a long week.
i’m going to lie down. it’s exhausting just thinking about it.
fyi: the title of this post “gissa job” was the catchphrase of the character yosser hughes (bernard hill) from the tv series “boys from the blackstuff” (1982) by alan bleasdale. in case you were wondering…
we are finally getting our shit together and are moving towards producing some goodies for sale. first up will be the psychoblues ™®© t-shirt. we are looking into print costs and are hoping to sell them at gigs and (of course) online. the diva has started a paypal account and an online store that will open as soon as we have our first batch. i’ll keep you posted as soon as i have more details.
enough arsing about. it’s time to take over the world…
and i apologise for the duplicate postings happening all over our facebook page and profiles. it’s really not my fault. it’s just that facebook pages truly suck. but i think i’ve worked it out now. go diva geek.
please contribute to my wish in the “i’m spoiled fund” in the sidebar…
(only kidding, we don’t have one… yet)
just a reminder people, we have a gig next week (thursday 25th october at afaneis). don’t forget. i know we won’t. look, let me be honest with you… we are (hopefully) going to be making a bit of money from this gig. we get the ticket money divided between us and the velvoids. which means if 80 of you come (and pay) we get 400 euros. which means that we will be one step closer to our first cd.
bad mathematics are always full of ideas and always totally lacking in money. This next gig might mean some hours in a studio, recording a bunch of tracks and putting them out there for you. it will all be self-produced, self-promoted and probably self-ish but we are very excited.
and you should be too.
come to the gig and set us on the road to our first cd. how else can i put it ? give us your cash.
so the money is rolling in to the bad mathematics fuel fund©. thanks to all our dear readers generosity, we are now able to light a single match per day to hold our frozen little fingers over. that’s one match for 24 fingers and 6 thumbs.