That kind of shit happens with my job all the time. I stopped working directly for Live Nation because they are the kind of people who will ask you to give 110%, and then turn around and give you a big "Fuck You!" when you can only give 100%.
About 3 years ago we had The Rolling Stones at the Oakland Coliseum. It had been a fairly busy couple of weeks, and I had been working 18-hour about 6 days a week. The day of the show I had a gig somewhere else, and then came back to do the production out and the steel tear down for the Stones. My first gig that day was something like 9 am to 7 pm, and then the Stones, which started at 10:30 pm and went until the stage was packed up and on its way out of the venue, which didn't happen until sometime around 3 pm the next day. When I got done I went home (about a 10-minute drive at the time), and cracked open a beer. I had only taken one sip when my phone started ringing. It was the Live Nation booker, who said that she knew I had just gotten off a hellish gig, but that they were one person short for some Stones production crap that they didn't get to the night before, so she wanted to know if I could come in. "If you help me out right now," she said, "I'll make sure you get booked first for the few shows we have next month, when everyone will be sitting on their couch." Ok, fine, I told her I'd go, even though I'd been at work for 27 of the last 32 hours. I got there at 4:45ish, and by 8 I literally fell asleep while walking, so I asked my crew chief to let me go home early. Well, it turns out that the booker didn't like that, so she didn't work me for the next month and a half. The next call I got from her was for some cattle call at Shoreline, where I had, for the previous 2 years, done the in on the main stage, then gone to the second stage for the rest of the day, and then come back to do the out on the main stage. Well, apparently she was so unhappy about me not staying for the duration of the last-minute Stones project that she called me for that she basically banned me from the second stage, which meant that when I worked at Shoreline I would do 4 hours for the in, and 4 hours for the out, and have to find a way to kill the time from 1 pm that the morning shift ended to 10:30 pm when the out started instead of working through (By that time I had moved, and Shoreline was 75 miles away from my house, so I wasn't gonna drive home between the in and the out). Without all the overtime I was getting on the second stage I decided that going to Shoreline was more of a waste of time and money than what it was worth, so I stopped taking calls from her there. The next time I worked there was through the union, and, when she saw me, she very rudely ignored me and walked past when I said hi to her. Fuck her. Fucking cunt, I'm not gonna put up with her PMS bullshit, mood swings, or favoritisms anymore. If I'm gonna do 4 in, 4 out, it'll be through the union for a decent wage, not for the peanuts that that company pays. :thefinger