How do you know people are bailing? Maybe a broker couldn't sell tickets because they were priced too high, or maybe the best seats were just released and people are turning in their stinko fifth-row seats. I didn't do my homework, so I should probably eat my words.

May the Magical Mystery Tour be quick, and not for evil reasons.

Just me bumpin' around in the echo chamber. I hope the tour's going well. Luna said she didn't see any bots at the shows.

The dreaded Magical Mystery Tour begins tomorrow. My computer remains in the shop, with issues unresolved since the Magical Mystery Person had to use it. I shall therefore be going dark for hopefully only a week. When I reappear, hopefully, I'll be popping up like a dandelion at a Justin show somewhere, all happy and sunshiny.

For now, I have the Post Moody Blues.

Then again, maybe I won't pop up. I'm still here. I got up at 5am to get the show on the road. The boss doesn't have a problem with me driving him around after being awake 30 hours. He doesn't understand my psychosis that makes my mind fuzzy after awhile.

Anyway, it looks like we'll be gone 2 weeks now. He can't tell me. How dare I think I can play piano at church. How dare I think I can cover meetings for the newspaper. How dare I think I can tell people when I can be around. I just can't. I am an independent contractor. I get paid for 40 hours a week. That means 24-7 and no Justin concerts. How dare I be so selfish.

I get to sit in a freezing motel room listening to Donald Trump yell at me on 100% volume 24-7. If I'm lucky, I'll get to go somewhere and pay 3 cents a minute to listen to a couple 5-hour meetings and uphold my responsibilities.

But why should I do that? I'm the office gal. That's my official title. Office gals do not sleep. Office gals do not eat. Office gals dare better not have friends or family. Their job is to stand and watch the strategic organization of the sock drawer in 30-minute lessons.

I am not, as Justin likes, tolerant. I thought of calling his brother and telling him I quit. But I'm not there, yet.

I want to wake up and leave this crazy life behind me. Enough of a vent. I have stupid picky stuff to do before we leave here.

Yes, I realize any future employer will read this post and then they'll know I do not like 30-hour shifts when the job is not to help another person, but to submit to their helplessness so instead of one person helping another get something done faster, two people are stuck under the weight of the handicap. I cannot object or offer insight, because I'm a stupid Mormon Libertarian instead of an enlightened Presbyterian Republican. End of story. I get to say 3 sentence answers and have them nitpicked for improper syntax and word choice. It's what I do.

Peace and love. I'll try to find some peace and love, too. Meanwhile, I'm taking my tickets with me in case I get a chance to break away.

P.S. Pouty, I hope you stay around. My obnoxiousness is sure not to present the best of fora, but I appreciate your posts.

If I created my own reality, I would pop myself into the concert tonight. That ignores the material world that binds human experience, for good or evil. People I know who seriously believe dianetics are NPD (sufferers of narcissistic personality disorder). (The phone just auto-corrected me to have said "diabetics.") Those are they who view all of humanity as subject to their own will. Consider the boss who takes his chauffeur out of town on an indefinite junket in spite of her request for two weekends off. I cannot drop the boss on hid head and run to Justin because he's disabled, and he has difficulty getting people to work 16-hour shifts, 7 days a week with a few hours off for personal time. Like I said, I liked the gig because at first I could take lots of time off to chase Justin across the countryside.

Well, anyway, dumping the boss would be the same as negligent homicide at this point - even though this crazy trip without a computer could cost me my extra-income gigs.

What I was trying to say was my world view is that we all have agency. We can set our courses, but when we encounter another person (with agency), we must be kind and negotiate. I fall short on all counts.

Somewhere on this crazy continent, Justin will be singing a very nice concert, and I'll be here running myself ragged on fools' errands.

The latest development in negotiations:

Leslee: If at all possible, I would still like to take these two days off.

A few hours later:

Boss: See if you can make a reservation at such-and-such hotel for those two days.

Leslee: Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

Love and best wishes for everybody, anyway.