More work drama. Yeesh. So... remember how I mentioned less than a week ago that I was going to have most of this week off, that I was effectively working only two days? Yeah, somehow, it went from two days to four. Granted, one day is only for two and a half hours, but it's just out of the blue. They're also training me to work days, which means I now get to stop waking up at 11am or noon, and start waking up at around.... Oh, 6:30 am? Except for this Sunday, when I get to wake up at... 4:15 am. And, strangely enough, I'm actually rather excited.
For one thing, my paychecks might be kind of awesome.
Not much else is really going on with me, but that's because all I'm doing is working, and bitching about working, and being naked on the internet. And apart from the naked part, that stuff's not too interesting. I am getting super excited for my birthday (two weeks!!!). It won't be as fun as some other folks' birthdays, but I'm going to enjoy it mightily. Mostly because I'm going to be dressed up in this sexy little black number my boyfriend bought me for our one year anniversary. ^_^ I promise pics, no worries.
It sounds as though my merry troupe of summer actors are hitting their rough spot. One of the designers is being a bitch and hasn't turned in any plans yet, so they can't start building or pulling shit, and the show opens in two weeks. I'd hate to be the TD for that one. I'm thinking about offering my services of awesome and going in on the evenings to help build shit over the next two weeks. I'll probably have to sign a waiver, and it will probably suck a lot not having any spare time, but I miss doing that stuff anyway. Plus it will help me get into a position to say, "Corey, Jesse, you boys owe me," and then I'll get to come in and take naked pics there.
Theatre... it's seriously like a drug addiction. When you're doing it, you usually feel just so awesome and high, even though it's taking just this rotten toll on your body. Except, when you quit, you don't feel the withdrawal symptoms right away. You feel great, for that first while. And that first while is different for everybody. But sooner or later, you feel it. And before you know it, you're watching one of the saddest, most wretched performances you've ever seen, and you're going, "Damn, WHY am I not a part of that??" You know things are bad when watching "Diamond Studs" makes you cry, not because you're sad for poor Jesse James, but because you actually wanted to be a part of that train wreck. Tell me that's not an addiction. Ok, so it might not be, I really don't know, but it feels like it should be.
Oof. Tummy rumbles. Must have my food. And then my sleep. And then more food. And then work. And then more food, and much more sleep. Then theatre. Then... well, you get the idea.
For one thing, my paychecks might be kind of awesome.
Not much else is really going on with me, but that's because all I'm doing is working, and bitching about working, and being naked on the internet. And apart from the naked part, that stuff's not too interesting. I am getting super excited for my birthday (two weeks!!!). It won't be as fun as some other folks' birthdays, but I'm going to enjoy it mightily. Mostly because I'm going to be dressed up in this sexy little black number my boyfriend bought me for our one year anniversary. ^_^ I promise pics, no worries.
It sounds as though my merry troupe of summer actors are hitting their rough spot. One of the designers is being a bitch and hasn't turned in any plans yet, so they can't start building or pulling shit, and the show opens in two weeks. I'd hate to be the TD for that one. I'm thinking about offering my services of awesome and going in on the evenings to help build shit over the next two weeks. I'll probably have to sign a waiver, and it will probably suck a lot not having any spare time, but I miss doing that stuff anyway. Plus it will help me get into a position to say, "Corey, Jesse, you boys owe me," and then I'll get to come in and take naked pics there.
Theatre... it's seriously like a drug addiction. When you're doing it, you usually feel just so awesome and high, even though it's taking just this rotten toll on your body. Except, when you quit, you don't feel the withdrawal symptoms right away. You feel great, for that first while. And that first while is different for everybody. But sooner or later, you feel it. And before you know it, you're watching one of the saddest, most wretched performances you've ever seen, and you're going, "Damn, WHY am I not a part of that??" You know things are bad when watching "Diamond Studs" makes you cry, not because you're sad for poor Jesse James, but because you actually wanted to be a part of that train wreck. Tell me that's not an addiction. Ok, so it might not be, I really don't know, but it feels like it should be.
Oof. Tummy rumbles. Must have my food. And then my sleep. And then more food. And then work. And then more food, and much more sleep. Then theatre. Then... well, you get the idea.
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