Tough week

Well Tuesday night into Wednesday was pretty much the hardest day I can recall. We had to put one of our cats down. I have a wide array of emotions. First off anger. The cat always had problems but she managed to snap out of it after a day or two. We thought we finally figured it out. We stopped giving her wet food, and she seemed to be doing fine. My gf decided to give her wet food, to which I gave her more later in the night. She ate a lot. She was not looking good the next day, so the gf made an appt. with a specialist. I disagreed, I wanted to keep up with just leaving her off dry food. Anyways, she's the expert. So, we take her in, and drop her off fine. Gf picks her up and the cat is awful. When we dropped her off the receptionist asked if she was a cat. Strike 2 for wanting to leave. Anyways, we didn't hear from the vet for 10 hours. When she was picked up she was covered in urine and had seizures. That never happened to her. I was at work, so I was not able to see her at that time. When I got home in the a.m she was in bad shape. Twitching and struggling to breath. I just laid with her, and it was really difficult. After a few hours, we took her back into another vet. They gave her more drugs, but nothing seemed to help, it was too late. We ended up taking her back to the original vet and they put her down. It was the most I've cried, and felt crushed in a long, long time. I'm still suppressing my feelings, but I must go on. I saw a lot of myself in her, and it was very troubling to lose her. Wednesday, I bailed on Winston's. I also had a spot at the Store, but of course passed on that as well. I told my roommate who was working there I wasn't going. And because he's such a lazy moron, he never told anyone. Thursday was a day of drinking. We went to OB, had some appetizers and drinks. We then went to the Store. I had an early spot. When I got there, the door guy asked why I no called, no showed the night before. I said my roommate is an idiot. I told him about the cat, and he laughed. Pretty pathetic. I also told the other "manager" I apologized I didn't make it. He said I should have called earlier, so he could make adjustments to the schedule. Really? You can't give a couple people more time you goofball. He's just such a 2 faced douche. Anyways, my set went decent. We then went to a few bars, and grabbed some sushi. It was a good day of healing. Friday I went to Winston's. It was somewhat busy. But the crowd got there early, and started to get chatty towards the end. I think my set was somewhat ok. I brought back a joke I had scrapped because it didn't go well once or twice. Well it was likely the best joke I did that night. I also tried a new joke that got an ok response. After the show, a bunch of the comics hung out a South Beach. After that Billy and I went out in PB. It was a fun time. Got recognized at one of the bars. Always a cool thing. We bar hopped at a few places. Had a beer, people watched, talked about jokes, and headed back home. Saturday was the Store and Pauly Shore. Wow, wow, wow, if there's ever a day to make me question whether I should be doing comedy, this would be it. His dad went up before him. I was surprised how many people actually knew who he was. He got a somewhat standing ovation after the first show. He did have some ok jokes about being old, and how pathetic Pauly was. The second show he got very preachy and it was getting awkward. The crowd was staying quiet, but for a weekend comedy show it was far from funny. Pauly was almost sad to watch. He had a bunch of hacky political jokes and how people still approach him, nearly 20 years after he's peaked. He ended with 3 shows, a rap, a country song, and a party song. The crowd ate it up but it was very deflating. I also asked to forgo my shift beer to get a rockstar. To which it was made a big deal and they settled on giving me a small rockstar. Gee thanks. It's so pathetic how much the club and waitresses are making, and how little they care for comics. It is called "The Comedy Store," not the "Waitress Store." Granted they do work hard, but honestly making 4 to 5 times as much as us i just silly. Plus the waitresses are constantly taking shots, and they limit us to one beer. Even if I go on an off night I pay the same price as any other comic. It's pathetic with comedy that once you have/ are making money, people give you everything you want for free. But, while were struggling, we're treated like worthless scum. Last night was definitely a night that made me dread working there.