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onramp year two 2002
onramp year one 2001
Dustbin days- 2000
Friday, Apr. 23, 2004 - 12:07 p.m.
thank god joe gets back tonight because i can't take this anymore. this distro is driving me crazy. if i was jsut dealing with the stuff i have dealt with then it is fine. the problem is that i was out of town for two week, then i was in town for one week, then joe left for two weeks and then zach left this week.
i keep getting phone calls and e-mails about things i have no idea about. they happened when i was gone. i keep rooting through the pile of hundreds and hundreds of orders looking things that i have no idea what they are but i know they are important to someone and if i don't find it they will call for the third, forth, fifth time and yell at me.
I DON"T KNOW! ok.
i am not an order filling robot. i have spent the bulk of the past few days in this dark ucking office. it is a room, in our house. i have not been able to do my laundry, clean my room, work on my yard, cook myself food, work on any art, write any letters, read any zines, or do anything that I want to do. it is frustrating and i will not live my life this way.
your orders will get to you in due time.i'm sorry that zinesters are flakey and don't keep their zines in stock with us.
i'm sorry that we don't have shirts to even print on to get your shirt priority mailed to you so you can get it lightening fast like the internet has trained you to do.
i'm sorry that i can't find your invoce because i wasn't even here when the order was recieved.
i't sorry that just because you paid for priority shipping doens't mean that your buttons will magically be made in 5 min and shipped out that day.
i'm sorry that joe left town with out making any vegan rubber belts or really organizing anything for me.
i'm sorry that i fuck up and forget things sometimes.
i am frustrated and at the end of my rope. i can't sleep, my face is all broken out, i haven't even planted my garden yet, there are piles of half packed boxes of orders all over the office and pieces of paper scraps with addresses and half made lists of things to do covers everything, the computers are fucked and can't access the network, and the back stock box is overflowing.
last night i sat on my porch for a few minutes. i drank a bridgeport beer, i listened to the freeway on the other side of the sound wall and tried to pretend it was the ocean and i smoked a cigarette somone had left there. i don't smoke! but it seemed appropriate and it felt nice. that is have far i have gone.
joe gets back tonight, hopefully he can make better sense of all this. hopefully he has better coping skills than me.
***MICROCOSM PUBLISHING***we make 1" buttons, stickers, shirts, and patches. we also distro recrods, books, zines and more. this is how joe and i make a living
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/>please be patient with us - no, really, i can't take this anymore.
