2477: Mr. Clean

[Michael's Servant]

with Mike Vecchione – Performing for the troops; hypochondria and how to beat STDs with soap and water; spying on you through your laptop camera; Buckcherry/Candlebox concert; Chemda’s scheduled surgery

Guest:
Mike Vecchione


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[rdelfin]

Keith.

Your business partner and close friend is going under the knife for something big and you decide to act like she's going for a flu shot. What the fuck is wrong with you?


PS: please don't ban me :kiss:

[BritPete]

I had heard about men mansplaining periods to women before, but never believed that it actually happened.
I do now

[Sparrow]

Keith, you really couldn't swing a meeting about possible contingency plans knowing /full well/ your partner here is a planner and that might make her feel more comfortable having many options laid out that she felt sure you could implement at a moment's notice? even as a gesture? you're not stupid, you know your manners, and you know this woman. c'mon. it's not like you're making casseroles, Sally. #showup

[Lanfear]

I'm gonna take a wild guess and say Keith took one look at one of Libby's famous lists, saw that she had the guest booking under control and knew that he can handle the actual show preparing, recording and bossing Danny around part. So what's there to discuss?

(Shhhhhh Chemda I completely get your point but I don't want him to scream at me again he just said nice things about me)

[Keith]

Originally Posted by Sparrow

Keith, you really couldn't swing a meeting about possible contingency plans knowing /full well/ your partner here is a planner and that might make her feel more comfortable having many options laid out that she felt sure you could implement at a moment's notice? even as a gesture? you're not stupid, you know your manners, and you know this woman. c'mon. it's not like you're making casseroles, Sally. #showup

Nope. Not worth my time. There's just not enough respect there to show up at a meeting about our show. I don't care enough. Even as a gesture. What else can I say?

She said, "Lets have a meeting about the show," and I said, "No. I don't wanna. Fuck you."

[Sparrow]

you're being goofy. i know you know it was always gonna be her idea and that Libby was always gonna be bad ass and get whatever that ended up being done done, you're not a shithead walking around with fingers in your ears, and it's all gonna be cools. BUT your girl there is still feeling unsupported. it was very specific. she wanted more participation, whatever that meant inside that room. you could be right in a thousand different ways, but maybe apologize anyway and take whatever reign she wants to hand you.

or don't. i enjoy the quiet resentment, raised eyebrows, and meaningful 'allllrights' on the video feed.

[Keith]

I do it for the video easter eggs.

[Sparrow]

[The Girl]

With peace and love I am not quoting anyone to single them out but rather to clarify what seems like the vibe of the response in general.

Let's be clear, I'm not asking Keith for support. I'm asking him to participate in our business.

This isn't "Chemda's your girl". It's not his ex. It's not me being a "planner". I'm actually not a planner. I would like to run screening from all of this but I can't.

This is me saying:

They said to talk to my work about being away and what that means. That's Keith. But he's not ready until he "really knows".
We don't know dick and since we've posted this show, I've been informed of more bullshit that I have to deal with and AGAIN am being called to take tests.

My time is not mine. I don't have choices about WHEN to talk about this. It's now.

I'm feeling more sick. I'm taking more tests. I don't have time off.

There is no time.

No one's "got this". We meet and make sure that we have as much covered and anticipated as possible so that we can put out more shows. We talk about alternatives as much as possible.

But not talking to me about it because someone's not ready means I have to do it. So I will. Until I can't.