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Righteous anger, initiating.
Blast off in ten, nine...
Fuck it.
Tell me, how fucking hard is it to pay people the money you owe them? How hard is it to give up a few hours in your day to oversee a project that YOU'RE responsible for. The fact that you 'have work' is no longer a viable excuse especially considering we are now all aware that you've piked on all but two shifts at your job. What, one has to wonder, are you fucking doing between the hours of 8am and 4.15pm, when you aren't answering your phone, nobody can get in contact with you, and you quite obviously aren't doing anything to do with your 'business venture'.
I'd actually really like to know what posessed you to start this club in the first place. Did you just wake up one morning and go 'omgz, I am teh bored, I think I will buy nu vibe lolz'. Cause that's what it looks like. I recall the first time you mentioned to me that you were going to 'buy it off John and Linda' when Plastecine was still running. Frankly, I thought you were fucking insane, considering more or less everyone aknowledged that nu vibe was shite, and that was whilst it was being run by (relatively) experienced business people. Who weren't eighteen.
I know sod all about business, and running clubs, but even I am aware that it's not a sodding walk in the park. You can't just swan up and expect things to magically happen, especially when your crack team of renovators include your friends (who aren't trained to do shit like plastering, and electrical work) your step-dad (?) and randoms you've roped in in the hope that you won't have to pay them that much.
Also, when the club is actually open you are required to WORK, not sit around, smoke, drink, and flash your cleavage at people. I know, I know, that's what owning a club looks like in the movies! But guess what, omg, this isn't the movies, it's real life. Get your arse behind the bar, or sit on the door, or just fucking ORGANISE some people to actually STOP THE ROOF FALLING ON PEOPLES HEADS.
My experience of Club Voltaire was actually not that bad. I mean, a hulking great chunk of insulation whacked me on the head, and the lights kept going out, and occasionally the sound cut out - oh, and the bathrooms were as dodgy as ever, and the bar staff were totally stressed because the cash registers wouldn't open and they kept running out of alcohol and there was like a twenty minute wait to get drinks - BUT despite all that, I actually had a pretty good time.
Fix the ceiling, fix the electricity, fix the plumbing, fix the floor, hire more barstaff - actually pay the barstaff you HAVE, and maybe - maybe it would work.
But apparently you are too stupid and lazy to do any of that. Seriously. What the fuck do you do with yourself every day? You are really not inspiring confidence in anybody, either, by not answering your phone, and pulling out of every arrangement to meet up and discuss things that you make.
Oh, you forgot? Well, that's not good enough. You are running a business. You can't afford to 'forget'. You can't afford to not answer your phone especially when we're all aware that don't have it switched off because you're at work, or whatever.
I don't blame people for quitting on your arse right left and center. Some people (obviously not you, but some people) have bills to pay, rent to pay, medication and food to buy. Some people can't, actually, afford to wait 'till tomorrow' for the four hundred + dollars you owe them. You are screwing good, reliable, talented people around, and making them feel useless and shitty. They aren't the useless, shitty ones. You are. Accept some responsibility for your cock ups. If you can't do this, then ADMIT that you can't do this, pay people what you owe them, and GIVE UP. If you think, by some miracle, that you CAN do it, then accept the help people are offering you, get off your arse, get your head out of the clouds and get stuff WORKING.
If you really are getting death threats, I can't say I feel sympathetic towards you, either. If I were directly involved, i'd be sending you death threats to. As it is, i'm just a casual observer, but God damn, you have pissed me off.
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