Ack!

The worst thing about multiple and flexible jobs is double booking yourself. Man, I am just so not a fan of making promises I can't keep. If I say I'm going to be somewhere, I need to be there. I guess this is part of the job, schedule juggling and the like, but like I said: Not. A. Fan. I don't know why when it rains it pours, but that certainly always seems to be the case. Then you have to quantify, consider priorities, decide who you have the greatest room to screw. Jeez, so not a screwer...
Anyway, booked with catering, extra job, and two auditions all in the same day. Why? Because I need a friggin' secretary, that's why. Stop asking sarcastic questions. Now I'm trying to worm my way out of one with the least amount of damage as possible.
Plus, cracked out on some kind of heroin-laced, super coffee not of this world, which is proving itself unhelpful in maintaining the mental faculties required for this sort of maneuvering. I wish there were three of me, and that none of them had drank that coffee.