Where Have I Been? Adventuring!

Yes, I know I know... I'm so good about updating... or I was anyway...

But then...
MKahn's PR sent a letter to patrons basically saying "If you want to complain about ANYTHING call the Box Office.
AND
Major Barbara went into previews
AND
Argonautika had not yet closed
AND
The PR sent out deals for 3 and 4 play subscriptions
AND
the reviews for Hedda have not been stunning
AND
I've been trying to catch up with each of my friends individually
AND
Andrew went to Toledo
SO
I haven't had time to think let alone blog.

Yeah, so Hedda... I was really thrilled to be in a show. I'm still really thrilled to be in the show, but I'm a little embarrassed by the things I have to do. I know it's not politik to write this sort of thing, but indulge me. See, because I get it. The cast gets it. And Chris gets it because he made the stuff up. But the audiences haven't been getting it. And, I'll be honest, I've tweaked a couple of my moments since opening so they'd make more sense. Also, working full time then running around for 2 hours is exhausting. Literally, running. But yeah, mostly the critics didn't get it, our best audiences have been old and PWYC, and I'm a little bored with the show.

[mental shift] This is why I could never do Broadway or something, and why I'm ALWAYS seeing what jobs are open... My own internal conflict. I like to know exactly what I'm doing, but once I'm doing it I get bored and want change. Water sign? Possibly. I want a new job, but that's nothing new. I'm going to hold out for Folger FT, which could be awhile... and I might actually go crazy. And I'm bored with my performance (no one else's, just mine) because I want to still be experimenting and playing with a new character in a new story. Not that I want play to be a constant, but I want a new story for shizzle.

And STC... oh jesus... I hate it here. I hate it so much I probably cry once a day before noon. Last week was hell because it was practically only Amy and I in here every day, plus all of the above. I hate our patrons because they never seem to be satisfied. They're perfectly willing to pay for a $70 nap, but want to complain about everything from the lighting, to the content of the play ("we just don't like seeing unpleasant shows, I mean, it's the STC!" -actual quote), to the parking situation, to the smell of the patron seated next to them. I mean, seriously, they are never satisfied! and MKahn's letter didn't exactly help us out.

I may actually be going mad. Crazy. Insane. Every day the phone incessantly rings at work, even when I try to tell it to stop... then Bill incessantly screeches and poops, even when I try to tell him to stop... then nothing at WSC can go smoothly once, even when I try to tell it to...

BUT I finally got to make my MOVING SPREADSHEET, three glorious pages of charting out my upcoming moving day (date as yet unknown). It's sorted by Room packaging, Convoy Assignments and schedule, and a Time Table. It's glorious and making it has made me very very very happy.

So yeah. Happy NOW, Unhappy 7 days previous.