Another weird encounter with the very odd creature - the Farmer's Market Manager. I was booked for one market a month for four months. I showed up, did well, and then the third was a bit awkward and the lady that booked me did not seem to remember that she had booked me. Looked at me with the evil eye and interrupted one of my songs with her PA. Anyway, so I emailed her to confirm the 11th of August, she didn't answer. I showed because I've not been told otherwise, she won't talk to me, another girl says they have a group booked, an hour of hula dancers. I say, well, nobody told me, but I'm willing to share. So I share. I do an hour and a half and it looks like she is going to do her ritual raffle of market stuff, which includes a CD I donated, and it seems very apparent to me that she will play her boom box after, taking away my last half hour, so I pack up and leave. I make $15.00 as opposed to the $30.00 I usually make. (Or more) It dawns on me, I spent 7 years on the USC main campus dealing totally insane people and it never bothered me because it was a fun game of negotiation and wheeling and dealing, and I never felt particularly bad and it never bothered me personally. And I suddenly realize this is not about me, it is about them. So just be aware, children, the Farmer's Market Manager is on an equal par with the best of the insane major education directors of your typical School of Business, Cinematography, Medicine. Don't let it get to you. It's because they have been given power.
