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If I ever have to deal with a day like yesterday again, I want fucking hazard pay. I should not have to be in situations like I was for this company. In the morning on my way from the train station to the client I was verbally assaulted and followed by a raving lunatic homeless person who was shouting racial slurs and profanity at me. I was actually a bit afraid for my safety. But let's fast forward to lunch where the same son of a bitch sees me leaving the building and not only does the same thing, HE FUCKING SPITS ON ME. Yeah, I was spat upon by a crazy homeless person yesterday. How was YOUR day?

Ugh.

Other than that, it was a decent day at the client. Got back to the hotel around 5, picked B up, and we went and grabbed some food. We also ran a couple of errands. Nothing exciting. Got back to the hotel around 7 and packed. We crawled into bed around 9:30 and watched some TV on the laptop until about 11. All in all, a mellow night.

Only drama was between, gee what a surprise, me and my director. We have a special roadshow tonight about 60 miles from where I am right now. She texted me with all this last minute stuff demanding I call her husband, yadda yadda. I texted him asking if he really needed me to call and his response was "no, just make sure there's a chair [in this location] for [this actor] during [this scene]". That's it? Yeah. Okay. Done. Meanwhile in a different chat window she is losing her shit especially when I tell her I don't know if I will be there exactly at the time she wants me to be. I am like "I have a job and when it's done it's done. I will get there when I can". That of course tweaked her out. I really don't want to do this show anyway. Whatever.

Tomorrow I get to drive to Vegas for a week. THAT should be interesting.