Day Thirty: Oklahoma

I’ve done it again.  It’s 4:27 a.m. and I’m still awake.  Tonight it was beer and video games, which I suck at I might add.  We previewed our final show tonight and it went very badly.  At one point the stage manager was behind five light cues.  Whoops you might say.  That whole section of the show looked like ass.  There was a follow spot on when the singing had stopped five minutes ago.  Then we went to the scene change light when the scene was still going on and we went to real lighting when the scene change was occurring.  We have a new stage manager on this show and she’s a lost cause.  She was completely unprepared to call the show tonight and it showed.  And unfortunately, I can’t really blame her when the director is confused about why the show looked so off tonight.  I just sort of have to bite my tongue and take the lashing.  By Saturday the show will be open and my work here will be done.

On another note, I’m kind of flip-flopping about staying the extra two weeks.  I could use the money, but I’m tired and ready to sleep in my own bed.  I’m also anxious to be around adults, which isn’t happening here.  But I’ve sort of agreed to stay so to get out of it I’ll have to make up some story as to why I have to go back.  Which I’ve sort of done.  I’d say that I have a job interview and have to get back to prepare.  I’m waffling back and forth.  This time last night I was committed to leaving.  Tonight was fun so I’m committed to staying.  The truth is, I don’t really need to be here.  I’m not needed and it’s not a burden to anyone if I leave.  So it’s really up to me and I have to decide because I have to change my airline ticket.  Right now I’m scheduled to go home on Sunday.  I either need to change it to the 16th or start packing to leave on Sunday.  What to do?  What to do?  Any advice.

I hope everyone’s had a great week.  Enjoy your Friday.

Day Twenty-Nine: Oklahoma

Why do I tell myself that I can stay up until the wee hours of the morning when I should have been in bed hours ago?  What’s that about?  It’s 2:29 and I’m just starting this post and I’ll read before I turn out the light so it’ll be 3:30 or so before I actually get to sleep.  And then I’ll wonder why I’m so tired tomorrow.   I guess you could say I bring it on myself.

I’m also beginning to wonder what I’ve done to drive away all of my readers.  I only had 24 people stop by today.  It’s been six or so months since I’ve only had that many readers.  I know I’m not changing lives, and I probably shouldn’t care but being the vain, self-centered man that I am I do get validation knowing people are stopping by to hear what life changing things I’m up to.  How will they sleep tomorrow not knowing that my ME is an idiot, that I’m stuck in Oklahoma for two more weeks and want to come home now, that the show that opens this week sucks and that I have a cold.  There’s no possible way they’ll be able to sleep.  And then at 5:00 a.m. they’ll be up surfing the web, unaware that if they just dropped on by the Maddog’s house they’d be able to get right to sleep.  All would be well in the world.  Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

So to sum up my day.  My ME is an idiot.  I’m stuck in Oklahoma for two more weeks and I’d really like to go home on Sunday (but I need the money and I can’t think of a good reason not to stay).  The show we are opening this weekend is kind of bad.  Not the play itself.  And actually the direction is okay.  It’s just under-rehearsed and you can’t hear the leading lady during any of her scenes.  Which is kind of important when the play is named after you.  And did I mention that I didn’t have any tech time.  I only saw the last two scenes tonight for the first time and the first time I’ll see it with lights is tomorrow night at a preview.  Who thinks these schedules up?  Oh, and my cold is gone, so I kind of lied in that last paragraph…but don’t tell anyone.

The one good thing about tomorrow is that I don’t have to be anywhere until 1:00 so I can sleep till noon, shower and still make it downstairs to catch my ride on time.  I probably haven’t mentioned that I was promised a car in my contract and three weeks later I’m still waiting  on said car.  I hate having to rely on others to get where I need to go and I am starting to feel like a burden asking.  Only 19 more days till I can come home.

Day Twenty-Seven/Eight: Oklahoma

I’m behind a day so this post will bring everyone current.

I spent the weekend with a very bad cold.  I believe it’s because the air conditioning in the dorm is set at -48 degrees and everything in the place is damp.  There’s mold growing in a couple of the rooms on  the first floor.  On Sunday evening around 8:00 p.m. I took some Benadryl and promptly went to sleep.  I slept until 1:00 a.m. got up used the restroom and went back to bed.  The next thing I knew it was 4:51 p.m. on Monday evening.   In total I slept almost 19 hours.  I woke up feeling groggy, but my cold was gone.  And I’ve felt fine all day today, so keep your fingers crossed that it’s gone for good.

So there’s not much to report from yesterday.  I slept all day.  I was supposed to go see a show with the stage manager and assistant stage manager but they blew me off.  So instead I ended up going to eat with the director.  He called around 5:30 and and said “come on, let me take you out to dinner some place nice.”  I said sure.  Who am I to turn down a free meal.  Especially when it’s not Wendy’s.  So I got up, showered, got dressed and called him back to tell him I was ready.  He arrived and indeed took me to an above average place.  It was in a strip mall so it wasn’t that above average, but the food was good, albeit a little pricey.  So we get there and I order a glass of wine and my meal.  And we sit and talk.  Mostly he talked.  He likes to talk.  And the meal comes and we eat and then the bill comes.  At which point I’m completely expecting him to pick up the tab.  But oh, no!  He turns to me and says…”Is it okay if we just split it down the middle.”  With out blinking I said of course and tossed my debit card onto the table.  Ugh.

I would never had agreed to go there if I knew I was going to pay my half.  It’s not that I mind.  But as most of you know.  I’m officially unemployed after this job.  So I’m trying to be a conservative with my money.  I don’t choose to eat at Wendy’s every night because I like it.  It just so happens they have a fairly extensive dollar menu.  I especially wouldn’t have chosen this restaurant if the choice had been mine.  I wrote it off as a lesson learned but am now weary of needing to always have an excuse to not go if he offers again.

After I got back home I retreated back to my room and went to bed fairly early.  Unfortunately, all the sleep from the night before meant there wasn’t to be much sleep last night.  The last time I looked at the clock it was after three.  Luckily, I got stood up as far as getting to the theatre early this morning so I got to sleep in.  Or least stay in bed, I wasn’t doing much sleeping.

And then I got to the theatre and threw my first hissy fit.  At least four or five times in the past two weeks my ME has decided to wait until rehearsal starts to give himself and our crew a break.  Which means that when I’m supposed to be working, there’s no one there to run the board.  He knows this pisses me off, and he did it again today.  I blew my top.  I told him fine.  Take his fucking break.  In fact take the whole afternoon off. I was done.  I got up closed my notebook and walked out of the theatre.  I’d had it.  How stupid do you have to be.  Anyone who’s ever done theatre knows that as “technicians” you get your breaks when the actors get theirs.  And if you want a break before we start you have to schedule it.  You sure as hell don’t wait till actors are on stage to “go eat lunch.”  I think I made my point.  Everyone was walking on pins and needles around me when I got back.   I think they were all afraid that I wasn’t going to come back.  And we still have one more show to go.

Tonight was the performance of the show that I like.  I was there tonight to take pictures.  In fact I took about 650 photos.  I just love digital cameras.  Because it was a real show I was set up in the back of the house but I was able to get a lot of shots.  I’ll wade through them over the next couple of days and try and post a few.  I did manage to piss off two of the leads tonight.  There are two members of the company that are divas through and through.  So much so that one of them was almost fired about a week ago for not knowing his lines and being such an ass about it.  The two of them are inseparable and it’s thought they are having an affair.  They are bitches about everything.  And I do mean everything.  The lights are too bright.  Where’s my water.  Blah, blah, blah.  It would be different if they were breathtaking in their performances.  But the man can’t remember his lines to save his soul.  And the woman has yet to get through the “real” show (she’s the lead) without fucking up one scene or another.  So tonight I did the unspeakable.  I took photos without getting permission.  Equity (the actor’s union) states that to take photos you have to give the cast 24 hours notice.  I didn’t do that.  In fact I didn’t even tell anyone I was going to do it.  No one else in the cast cared.  But at intermission Mr. Fuckhead threw a fit.  The stage manager calmed him down and explained I was already half through the night and if he wanted he could request I stop but that would mean I would be back on Friday night to do it during a full house, as long as I give notice.  Once he calmed down he decided it was better to let me finish.  And so I did.  Ah, actors.  Theatre will be perfect when we figure out how to do it without them.

And that’s my Monday/Tuesday.

Day Twenty-Six: Oklahoma

So I was almost finished with this post when Word Press ate it.  It’s the first time that this has happened so I feel some what okay about it, since I’ve read in other people’s blogs of countless times their posts have been eaten.

It’s 5:40 and I woke up about an hour ago.  What’s even better is that I went to sleep last night at 9:00 p.m.  I had the worst allergy/sinus attack yesterday.  Finally around 7:30 I took some Benadryl and the next thing I knew I was locking my door and going to sleep.  I woke up briefly at 1 a.m. and then not again till 4:00 this afternoon.  I’d say I needed some sleep.  Don’t you think.  Now if I could just find some energy to get up and do something.

So in honor of today being my day off, I’ve decided to skip a day of complaining about Oklahoma and do a meme that I found yesterday.  I hope you don’t mind.

1. What is your natural hair color? Brown with some grey coming in.

2. Where was your profile picture taken?  I don’t have a profile picture.

3. What’s your middle name? Wayne

4. Your current relationship status? Single

6. What is your current mood? Tired and groggy.  It’ll be better after I shower.

7. What color underwear are you wearing? I’m not wearing any.  I have on a pair of gym shorts.

8. What is one thing that makes you happy? Right now, for someone to bring me a Diet Coke.

9. What’s the last thing you bought? Benadryl for my allergies

10. If you could go back in time and change something what would it be? How I treated Sam in our relationship.  It still might not work out but it wouldn’t be my fault.

11. If you MUST be an animal for ONE day- what would you be?  Lisa’s dog.  She treats it better than most humans are treated.

12. Ever had a near death experience?  The closest I’ve come to dying is when my appendix burst.  And considering the pain I was in it would have been a welcome relief.

13. Something you do a lot?  Drink Diet Coke

14. What’s the name of the song stuck in your head?  Shapoopy from The Music Man
15. Who did you copy and paste this from?  Rick over at Bandit Talks
16. Name someone with the same birthday as you. David Letterman

17. When was the last time you cried?  It’s been a while.  I don’t remember.
18. Have you ever talked in front of a large audience?  I gave a speech at graduation from grad school.  There were about 200 people there.
19. If you could have one super power what would it be? Invisibility

20. What’s the first thing you notice about the opposite sex?  Their smiles…but I’m not attracted to them

21. What do you usually order from Starbucks? a large latte
22. What’s your biggest secret? If I told you it wouldn’t be a secret

23. What’s your favorite color? green

24. When was the last time you lied? about 5 mintues ago concerning plans for dinner
25. Do you still watch kiddy movies or TV shows? I love kid’s movies
27. What are you eating or drinking at the moment? I’m still waiting on that Diet Coke.

28. Do you speak any other language? I took three years of Spanish and the only thing I remember is Donde esta el bano?

29. What’s your favorite smell? Thanksgiving Dinner cooking

30. If you could describe life in one word what would it be? That’s a hard one, I’ll have to get back to you on that one.

31. When was the last time you gave/received a hug?  I think it was my roommate when I left NYC to come to Oklahoma.

32. Have you ever been kissed in the rain? Not that I remember.

33. What are you thinking about right now? About how hungry I am.  and that Diet Coke.

34. What should you be doing?  Taking a shower
35. What was the last thing that made you upset?  The hazer on Friday night.  I was more upset than I should have been.

36 In a given week, how many times do you prefer to have a sex? Sometimes twice a day, somtimes not at all.

37. Do you like working in the yard? It’s been a while since I’ve worked in the yard.  But I used to enjoy it.

38. If you could have any last name in the world, what would you want? I love my last name.  It’s a name very few people forget, and most people think is made up.

39. Name 5 things in your closet: In the closet here.  a suitcase, two scripts, an empty Corona box, a towel and some shoes

40. What one thing do you desire most? To stop being depressed.  And if not that…then that Diet Coke.

Happy Monday.

Day Twenty-Five: Oklahoma

Why am I still awake at 1:30 in the morning.  I could have been asleep hours ago.  But I chose to go get food with the stage manager and a couple of actors and just got home.  We went to an all night diner where the food was so so, but the pie was delicious.  I had a piece that was pecans and caramel and cream cheese and it was yummy.  But now it’s 1:39 and I have to wait for the sugar high to end so that I can go to sleep.  This may not have been the best decision ever.

So we ran our two shows today.  The first show went okay.  One of my follow-spot operators was at a wedding so a person from the scenery crew was a substitute.  She did okay although the one part of the show that I’m a bit particular about she completely screwed up.  This was no concern  considering how badly the person subbing for her did.  In the theatre the scenic elements that are lowered in from above are called flys.  There are people pulling ropes that bring these to the floor.  Well in the first scene change, the person doing the flys didn’t notice when to stop and slammed the scenery into the floor.  For a moment I was afraid it had broken.  After it stopped shaking and settled down it appeared fine, but everyone was on edge for the next few minutes.  Needless to say the stage manager was a little pissed because no one had told her someone was going to be out today.  It kind of set everyone on edge for the rest of the day.

Show number two went much better tonight than it did last night.  For my part all of the light cues were in the right place and the haze didn’t make the theatre look like it was on fire.  For the most part the actors did okay, although the lead actor completely fucked up the final song of Act 1.  For a moment no one knew what was happening.  The orchestra had finished and he was still singing and the person singing with him was trying to cover and they both finished a good 10 seconds or so behind the orchestra.  By the time they were off stage I didn’t know if they were going to cry or laugh.  I’m starting to wonder if any of the leads can get through the show without fucking something up.

It’s official.  I’m staying here for two more weeks.  I’m not sure exactly why I’m staying, but the director has agreed to pay me enough to make it worth my while.  So instead of flying home on July 1, I’m now going to be flying home on July 17.  I’m hoping it’s not a total bust and that it turns out to be fun.  I have to call tomorrow to change my flight.  I’ll of course keep everyone posted as the fun presents itself.

At the moment I’m trying to decide if I’m going to the matinee tomorrow or if I’m going to sleep until 4:00 p.m.  There’s no need for me to be at the show and it would be nice to sleep in.  And if I go downtown, I’ll be tempted to skip the show and go get in to trouble, which I’ve been trying to avoid.  What to do.  What to do.  I guess I’ll sleep on it.

Hope every one’s having a nice weekend.

Day Twenty-Four: Oklahoma

“Before I thought you were a just a drunk asshole.   But now that I know you are gay, it’s okay.  You do know.”

A quotable quote from the evening.

I was sitting downstairs a few minutes ago (it’s 3:29 a.m. right now) and an actor (let’s call him John) said that to me.  Several days ago a few of us were sitting downstairs talking and I made the comment that Jeff the 18 year old actor in the show is gay.  How do I know this.   Well first of all he’s a musical theatre actor.  Second, he looks it.  And third, every time he talks to a certain other boy in the show his eyes light up.  And fourth and most obvious.  I’m gay.  I can tell when other people are gay.  Immediately John took offense and said there was no way he was gay and that he knew this because Jeff was interested in a girl in the cast.  I quickly stated that when I was 18 I was interested in girls too and in fact had a girl friend and that almost every gay man I knew had  had a girlfriend at some point in his life.  This all fell on deaf ears at the time.

Well the subject came up again tonight.  But in the midst of discussing this, I commented on the fact that I was gay and that’s how I knew.  Everyone but John already knew this.  But John did a double take and said “You’re gay?  You’re not gay!  Well that’s different.  Before I thought you were just a drunk asshole.  But now that I know you are gay, it’s okay.  You do know.   Everyone in the room burst into laughter and immediately the quote was written down in the living room for us to remember.  It was one of the funnier things I’ve heard since I have been here, although I didn’t like being called a drunk asshole.

Speaking of drunk asshole.  Remember last night’s discussion about the guy who was bitching about the noise and couldn’t say “please or thank you”.  Well it seems he went to the artistic director today about me.  I don’t know everything that was said but he was complaining about my comment, my attitude and my reaction toward him.  I find the whole thing hysterically funny.  The guys 36.  If he as a problem with me come talk to me.  Don’t go tell the teacher.  It’s not grade school.  Besides this is summer stock.  I’m 42 years old and I know that summer stock is about drinking a lot, having summer flings and being loud.  It’s what you do when you are 18 and away from home.  That’s why I haven’t said a word about people being loud in the hallways.  It’s their summer of fun.  Why should I try to spoil it.  Besides, I’m having fun too…so get over it.  Perhaps if this guy would pull the stick out of his ass that’s been planted there he might not be so sour.

Well the show opened tonight.  In a word.  It sucked.  At the top of the second scene (and there are too many to count) the lead actor fucked something up and didn’t sing the right words.  Since he’s the star we can’t ask him about it but it was bad.  This started a chain of events that although were not related didn’t stop until the curtain came down on the end.  One of the female leads sang about two words of a duet she had.  No one knows whether she couldn’t hear the orchestra or if she forgot the words or what but she certainly wasn’t singing.  The other female lead screwed up all the words to her song that opens act 2.  So much so the stage manager had no idea where they were in the script.  And then in the scene leading up to the finale the chorus missed a singing entrance and they all came in at different times.  For someone who didn’t know better they probably couldn’t tell, but for anyone who knows the score it was a disaster.  The stage manager was a wreck by the end of the show.

As far as tech goes.  My lighting crew forgot to turn the hazer on till two minutes before the show.  A hazer is a machine that produces particulate that fills the air so that the audience can see the beams of light in a show.  For this particular show it’s vital to the overall design to see the the light beams.  At 7:55 I ran into the control booth to ask what the problem was.  I was told it was malfunctioning but was working now.  I found out later that malfunctioning meant it hadn’t been turned on.  Hmmm.  I was more than a little pissed and annoyed.  It takes a while for the machine to fill the space so we started the show with no beams being seen.  Then to make matters worse the machine had been positioned wrong and the whole stage right side of the stage looked as if it was on fire and smoke was billowing out.  It’s all I could see all night.  So between smoke and forgotten lines it was a memorable evening.

I think I pissed my crew off after the show because I was pissy.  I basically called them to task on forgetting and not placing it correctly.  I upset them so badly they didn’t even go out to have a drink after opening which everyone else did.  Whoops.  I’m not that much of an ass, but I do expect the show to be run the way that I designed it.

Tomorrow is our first two show day.  We have one show in the afternoon and then a completely different show in the evening.  The crew has about an hour and a half to change the sets for the two different shows.  It mean everyone will be a  little cranky by tomorrow evening.  It just means that I’ll buy beer and try to make sure they are all happy.  It’s the least that I can do.  I mean, I am a drunk asshole after all.

Day Twenty-Three: Oklahoma

I officially woke up today with the cold that’s been being passed around for the last two weeks.  My throat was raw and my voice was two octaves lower than it normally is.  I’m tired and congested and keep coughing nonstop.  This does not make for a pleasant Maddog.  Especially when I still have one show to do.  Ugh.

We had a preview of my second show tonight.  It went well I thought.  The director had tons of picky notes but I wasn’t too concerned with them.  What I’ve discovered with him is that when things aren’t working on the show and can’t be fixed he picks on the things in the show that can be fixed.  Like the lighting.  Some of his comments were valid and things I already had taken a note on.  There were a couple of things though that I totally disagreed with and hate to have to change.  But theatre is not a democracy and anyone who tells you differently is lying.  So tomorrow I have to make the changes he’s requested.

Although I’m not feeling well and I’m tired, I’m not really sleepy.  It’s 2:15 and I’m wide awake.  Who knows what that’s about.  I have been home since about 11:30.  The director has taken to bringing me back to the dorm at the end of the night.  One of the girls on my crew thinks it’s because he likes me.  I certainly hope not.  He’s a nice enough guy but he’s definitely not my type.  So he brought me home tonight and I had a couple of beers with him and the cast downstairs.  We were joking about what the season should be for next year.  We were all throwing out horrible ideas of a season to see who could come up with the worst configuration.  I think the worst was Mame, Joseph, and Grease.  We’d sell lots of tickets but we’d all be miserable.  I’m not thinking we need a little Christmas that much.

After the director left I wandered upstairs and found my ME and assistant ME sitting on the floor in the hallway.  The assistant ME is having man troubles and was chatting online with her NYC boyfriend.  I keep telling her she should just dump him since she really doesn’t want to be in a relationship with him.  But she doesn’t want to hurt his feelings.  Hmmm…is it better to lead him on.  Anyway, I was standing in the hallway when the asshole from next door came out and told us to shut up and go to bed.  Now I’m the first to like it quiet when I’m trying to sleep, but since his girlfriend whose staying in the same room as him had just brushed her teeth I doubt very seriously he was already in bed.  However, what annoyed me the most was his dickish attitude.  No niceties, no please, no thank you.  So as he walked away I said, “I’m sure he meant to say please.”  To which he turned around and confronted me.  He looked like he was going to hit me.  Wouldn’t that be fun.  Trying to be nice and sounding like an ass I told him that for most people please and thank you go a long way and perhaps he should adopt that method.  Especially if he really wanted us to be quiet.  He didn’t take too kindly to this lecture.  Oh, what’s a girl to do.  He finally went a way and I went downstairs.  I heard that he came back later and called me a dick.  Oh, no?  My feelings have been hurt now.  How will I ever sleep?

Tomorrow we start staging for the final show I’m doing.  It’s a show I’ve never heard of and don’t know anything about.  I also don’t know what any of the music sounds like and don’t even know the plot.  It’s usually expected that you’ll read the show before you start working on it.  But all I have is a vocal score and it’s almost impossible to follow.  There’s no explanation of who the characters are or what they are doing.  So tomorrow, while the director’s spacing on stage I’m going to try and figure out what’s going on.  Then next week when we start tech I’ll know if the show’s pink or blue, bright or dark and moody.  At least I hope to know by then.

And on one final note the show we’ve worked on all week opens tomorrow night (Friday night).  I think it’s quite good.  The lighting is spectacular and I don’t say that about my work mildly.  I do think that I’ve done a good job though.  I’ll be nervous tomorrow night at 8:00.  I always get nervous before my shows, but when I really like the show I get really nervous.  I’ll be okay once we get through the opening song.  But until we get to cue 17 I’ll be on pins and needles.  I have to decide if I’m going to sit in the house and just be an audience member or if I’m going to sit in the control booth on headset and take notes.  I want to do both and since I can’t do both I have to decided between now and then.

Everyone enjoy their Friday and have a great weekend.

Day Twenty-Two: Oklahoma

I created art today.  I don’t know how I did it, because God knows there hasn’t been time to create art.  But I did.  The show that opens on Friday looks great.  I still have a lot of little notes to take care of, and there are some timing issues in figuring out exactly how long some of the cues need to take, but for the most part it’s there.  At one point tonight, I thought the director was going to have an orgasm, he was so pleased with the lighting during the scene.  He just kept saying…”Oh my God!  Oh my God!  I finally had to ask him to be quiet because he was disturbing the show and more importantly he was disturbing me.  It did make me feel good to know that I had finally done something more than just light the actors which is how the first show felt.  I’m going to try and take photos next week so perhaps I can  post a few of them.

Not much else going on today.  It was a rather quiet day in the big scheme of things.  Got to the theatre early and worked through the show with the stage manager making the changes I could without the cast.  At 2 p.m. we ran the show with costumes for the first time.  It went okay except we started late so we weren’t able to finish before rehearsal was over.  Tonight was an orchestra dress, meaning a dress rehearsal with the full orchestra.  For the most part it went fine there were no major catastrophes to speak of.

We have a preview of the show tomorrow night.  There are about 200 tickets sold for it.  It’ll be nice to see the show with an audience to see how they respond to what we’ve done.  As theatre artists who’ve been in rehearsal for the past month, it’s sometimes easy to forget that we don’t do this for ourselves but for a live audience.  That means the timing of things will be off tomorrow because we’ll have never rehearsed with applause and laughter which always slow a show down.  All of these changes are of course for the better.  If we didn’t get applause and laughter there would be something seriously wrong with the show.

On one final note, I think I’ve finally caught the cold that’s been going around.  I’ve been congested all day and have been coughing my head off.  I’m hoping that it’s really just allergies and doesn’t turn into something that makes me feel miserable.  Just in case I’m going to bed early tonight (1 a.m.) and am sleeping late in the morning.

Day Twenty-One: Oklahoma

We are having the most wonderful thunderstorm right now.  It’s been going on since just before the show came down and is loud and beautiful.  The lightening is all over the sky and has been incredible.

So I’ve been in Oklahoma for twenty-one days.  Three weeks if anyone’s counting.  Today makes my twenty-first post.  Since I’ve been here my readership has never been higher.  I’m getting almost 50 visitors a day, which I love because being the vain man that I am, I like knowing people are reading.  That being said, I’m getting fewer comments than I’ve ever gotten.  In fact as I’m writing this I’ve had no comments on yesterday’s blog posting.  I don’t think it’s because people aren’t reading. I think it’s because I’m not commenting.  I’ve not had time to keep up with my daily reads and therefore people aren’t responding.  I’d like to say I don’t mind.  But I do.  I want comments.  I want to know what you think.  Am I boring you?  Entertaining you?  Thrilling you?  Killing you?  Let me know?  Even if it’s short and to the point.

It’s been a sucky ass day all day today.  First the tech director screwed  me over.  I was supposed to be in the theatre today at 9 a.m. to work on the second show but he didn’t schedule it.  So, we didn’t get in till almost 2:15 for a 2:30 rehearsal.  Whoops.  Needless to say I was a little behind.   As of right now, there are huge parts of Act 2 that haven’t been cued yet and I still haven’t seen the last seven minutes of the show.  Tomorrow we run the show with costumes in the afternoon and with orchestra at night.  So there’s no time built in for me to do my work.  I’ll go in in the morning and cue without actors and hope for the best.  It’s kind of like being blind folded while you work.   We open Friday night so I’ll let you know how the show goes.

One of our chorus members went to the hospital with appendicitis today.  Which made for an interesting afternoon.  Everyone ran around like a chicken with it’s head cut off trying to cover her track in the show.  I didn’t watch tonight (I was drinking Makers and Coke) so I don’t know how the replacement did.  No one died so it must have been okay.

Making matters worse.  The director lost a relative over the weekend.  So with an appendix, a death, and lot of other diversions, I don’t think he even noticed the end of act 2 wasn’t cued yet.  I had drinks with him earlier this evening and he was a mess.  He’s completely torn up by the death but because of the shows can’t go home.  I wouldn’t want to be in his shoes.

That’s it for tonight.  I’m about to turn the light off and enjoy the thunderstorm and  try to get some sleep.  Everyone have a great hump day.

Day Twenty: Oklahoma

Why am I up at 2:15 in the morning on a school night.  It might have something to do with the fact that I didn’t get officially out of bed until 5:30 this afternoon.  Yes, it’s official, I am a slug.  I wasn’t asleep the whole time.  I was awake and cold.  Then awake and sleepy.  And then finally awake enough to make phone calls.  I spent from around 4:15 till almost 6:00 on the phone.  I talked to my mother for almost an hour of that time.  Yesterday was Father’s Day and I forgot to call.  Before you ask, any of the father holiday’s get her down since my dad died and I should have called but I completely forgot about the day.  So I talked to her and let her go on about the weather, the relatives, etc.  I figured since I forgot yesterday, I’d let her talk as long as she wanted to today.  Based on the conversation, I think she handled the day quite well.

I also talked to the girl whose subletting my apartment today.  She called because she needed my bank account information to deposit a check that I needed to have deposited.  The whole story.  I asked my roommate to do it and he said sure.  Unfortunately he forgot the checks this morning on his way out the door.  So he called the sublettor and asked her to do it.  She said sure.  For some reason she thought she could deposit my checks using here ATM card at the bank.  She was going to write my account number on it and then deposit it in the machine.  I have no idea what she was thinking.  Love her heart, she’s sweet but she’s not the most Brilliant bulb in the box.  So she called me to get the account number from me.  I explained to her that she couldn’t do that.  That if she used her ATM card they would put my check in her account and since it was already 6:30 she couldn’t go to a teller.  By this time I was a little snippy.  Today was my day off and I only had 5.00 in the bank, which is my own fault but I was snippy anyway.   Unfortunately this will end up costing me thirty bucks because my account is now overdrawn.

And the reason it’s overdrawn is because I had to eat and I’d already decided I was going to the movies so I had to have money.  I ended up eating with the stage manager and assistant stage manager at Applebee’s.  It would not have been my first choice but one of them had a gift card that needed to be used.  All the food except for the mashed potatoes was kind of gross.  After dinner we went to see Knocked Up.  I loved it.  It was funny through out and many times it was laugh out-loud, applaud funny.  I think it was so funny because it was so honest about relationships.

After the movie I came home and wrote a letter of application.  I still don’t have work lined up for after this little stint in Oklahoma and there’s a perfect job in the northeast that I would love to have.  I am rewriting my standard letter because the old one wasn’t doing the trick.  Hopefully this one will or I am going to be living on the streets.

So now it’s 2:28 and I’m going to bed.  Oh, and one last thing.  The tech director forgot to schedule time in the theatre so although I let him use my crew on Saturday I don’t get to work tomorrow to play catch up on the show that opens on Friday.  Fuck.  Fuck.  Fuck.