I'm not happy

Sometimes I do tire of being Ms. Niceguy. Seems that everytime I try to do something good, it goes to hell. Case in point:

I asked the club if we could host a stand-up comedy benefit for the Red Cross. Seems like a good idea, no? They said sure, sounds great. I said ok, cool, I’ll put together 6 comics, we can do an hour show and donate the proceeds to charity. They said sure, sounds great. So I booked the comics. The club picked the date. I didn’t want to do it on a Thursday nite as I was not at all interested in interfering with a regularly scheduled show. They said it’s no problem, we can make it a whole charity evening, an hour of improv followed by an hour of stand up. I said sure, sounds great.

Not great.

I get a call from the person in charge of the improv troupe, a mere 2 days from the event, and this person informs me that instead of 6 comics, I can only have 4, and instead of an hour, we’re getting 28 minutes, and the troupe will be doing 50 minutes, cut into 2 sets.

Fuck that.

I’m very mad and frustrated, and I apologize profusely to the comics for this blunder. Had I known it would turn out this way, I would have begged for a night other than a Thursday. Improv and stand up are just two very different animals and shouldn’t be in the same show, in my oh so humble opinion. Different personalities, different audiences, etc.

I do love comedy. I do love the club. I don’t like the political bullshit drama that goes on in this business and sometimes I question whether or not I’m cut out for it. I'm tired of losing sleep over shit like this. Dammit. I hate looking like an asshole.