Mr W got called in for an audition a coupla months ago. The person mentioned that they needed more clowns, so he called a couple of clowns he knows to come audition. The company called here twice, looking for contact info on one of the other clowns -a wonderful lady who is the epitome of kindness, common sense, and helpfulness. I gave them the contact info, and emailled the clown herself to let her know they were looking for her.
Because the company got her contact info, and her name at all, from Mr W, they listed Mr W as her agent. They mentioned that he would get 25% of the pay, which is a little higher than what I’ve heard is standard, but I’m usually pretty out of the loop when it comes to clowning.
Somewhere along the line, I must’ve fouled up pretty big, though, because the lady is very angry with Mr W these days. Somehow it got communicated to her that he was accepting billing as her agent for the gig, which she says is wrong, since she’s been a clown much longer than he has. She tells us that she listed an agency she has used in the past as her agent on the audition form. She agreed to let Mr W keep 10% of the payment, and we sent her the rest.
I’m guessing sending her the other 10% might help rectify things a bit, but it’s just a guess. I’m sure it would be catty (although tempting) to send the 10% to the agency she’s used in the past, since I suspect she would like to have the entire payment herself, and there is little/no chance the older agency, once they have a check in hand, would pass it along to her.
Yes, I’ll do the right thing, after I vent a bit here.
I must be getting old- emotional issues are draining. I remember discovering, at age 17, that I could twist my once-staunchly-convicted mom around my little finger by just threatening to move out of the house and never speak to her again. Lord, please help me to hold onto You, and Your will, over every human’s attempt to manipulate me.
This upset clown friend comes hard on the heels of my sister’s, um, dramatic reaction to the news that we wouldn’t be housing Mysterious Stranger here. She claimed that we were his last chance, that we couldn’t be Christians and make that decision, and that we had thereby ruined his life. We had already been asking some bachelor friends if they had room for him, and let her know both our kids’ safety and his convenience (we’re 6 miles from transportation to his potential airport job, and he has no car to get to other jobs/interviews) were primary considerations, but she simply hung up and he (she?) emailled that “no further assistance will be needed”.
My poor mom is in the middle again, which doesn’t speak volumes for Christianity, since both my sister and I claim to be Christians. I guess I had better phone my sister and try to reconcile, both to please our Lord and to be a good witness to mom.
And I will phone both women, but for the next 10 minutes, I’m going to wallow in self-pity and think, “When is the last time somebody showed the maturity to try to reconcile with us, if they even suspected we were upset with them?” Sh*t, am I the only person left on the planet who’s read Matthew 28 and who is obedient enough to the Lord I love to practice it, painful though it is?
OK, 2 minutes- #1 needs help with her US Government worksheet, so I’m out of time for anger.
Thank You, God, for these difficult situations. Please forgive my sinful attitude toward these women. Please make me like Jesus, who “a bent reed, He did not break”, and help me show Your unfailing, unconditional love to every human You put in my life. Amen!!