Well, waddaya know. Another monolith.
We had a guitarist respond to our ad for the last spot in the Deathbillies lineup. About an hour before rehearsal, he sends e-mail that he has car trouble and has to drive his wife to work. I understand: unknown events overcome all of us.
The auditioner shows up near the end of rehearsal and we rush through his audition songs. I asked him to come back the following week, and he agrees. Our bass player liked the auditioner's playing, so I look forward to giving the guy a fair hearing.
The day of rehearsal, the auditioner e-mails me that he can't come because he has become overwhelmed by known events: his wife's birthday and Mother's Day celebrations for his wife and mother. I tell him I understand, and that he can audition again later.
Then I change my mind and decide that he's never coming back. Not out of any negative emotional response, but because I discovered a healthy boundary of keeping promises, full disclosure of threats to the promises I've made, and respecting other people's time.
A year ago I might have made the same decision, but with the
Turns out I can protect my own without drawing blood. Fancy that.