Sigh.
What a week.
I got a promotion...which don't get me wrong is cool. I like more money, and an actual chance to work on more creative things...which I should be doing as opposed to this blog.
I find that this is an oppurtunity to make a few enemies, and friends will be hard to come by. Theatre has drama, but this...this is a special kind of theatre.
The girl is studying hard for her exam tomorrow. I can hear her mumbling to herself from here. She is really worried about this test, and I understand that. But she also has this circuit she has to go through. Don't eat for a couple of days, study for hours on end without break, drink lots of coffee, get really stressed out and break down. It can be wearing.
On a bright note I did get my friend Ian a job. The one I just vacated, so he can be the fabric schlepper, and I can be the production supervisor. I can tell you if I had suspenders I would have my thumbs under them now and stretching them out in a self congratulatory look to it.
I als o found oout I now have to get some masks ready for March for a workshop of a show I haven't even thought about for a couple of months...and I haven't seen a script. Yay! At least I know it is a beaver mask.
I have to admit that is ne of the more bizarre things about the play I am working on, the fact that beavers are in it, and it takes place in the 1600's New Amsterdam...The use the term beavers in the more sophmoric sense, as well as have people dressed as the animals on stage. I thought to myself in the read through," do people even refer to lady business as a beaver anymore? Is that still funny?" I guess we will find out.
On another upswing of mental rollercoaster I also signed up for a new jewlery class and am very excited about it. It is Plastics and stainless steel. So it should be fun. The Jewlery department at FIT is great.
Ok enough lollygagging. I must work on the mask that is my main picture, so someday he can be their instead of his cute tiny little sketch.
What a week.
I got a promotion...which don't get me wrong is cool. I like more money, and an actual chance to work on more creative things...which I should be doing as opposed to this blog.
I find that this is an oppurtunity to make a few enemies, and friends will be hard to come by. Theatre has drama, but this...this is a special kind of theatre.
The girl is studying hard for her exam tomorrow. I can hear her mumbling to herself from here. She is really worried about this test, and I understand that. But she also has this circuit she has to go through. Don't eat for a couple of days, study for hours on end without break, drink lots of coffee, get really stressed out and break down. It can be wearing.
On a bright note I did get my friend Ian a job. The one I just vacated, so he can be the fabric schlepper, and I can be the production supervisor. I can tell you if I had suspenders I would have my thumbs under them now and stretching them out in a self congratulatory look to it.
I als o found oout I now have to get some masks ready for March for a workshop of a show I haven't even thought about for a couple of months...and I haven't seen a script. Yay! At least I know it is a beaver mask.
I have to admit that is ne of the more bizarre things about the play I am working on, the fact that beavers are in it, and it takes place in the 1600's New Amsterdam...The use the term beavers in the more sophmoric sense, as well as have people dressed as the animals on stage. I thought to myself in the read through," do people even refer to lady business as a beaver anymore? Is that still funny?" I guess we will find out.
On another upswing of mental rollercoaster I also signed up for a new jewlery class and am very excited about it. It is Plastics and stainless steel. So it should be fun. The Jewlery department at FIT is great.
Ok enough lollygagging. I must work on the mask that is my main picture, so someday he can be their instead of his cute tiny little sketch.