Work, Travel, Work, Dance, Travel, Sleep, Work...

I'm so tired I can't even think straight.

I had a head cold that started in my sinuses and made its slow way to currently settling on my vocal chords and chest. I had just about NO voice this week.

I called out of work sick on Tuesday and went to Clark Street to get some paperwork done for RED NOSES. Almost AS I walked through the door with Andrew, Zac called me and told me that I was needed at work. I called out sick, and was called back in. I wasn't put on the phones, but I tore 1500 tickets (two shows that night), taped 360-something Hershey Kisses to 360-something seats in the Harman, did about 50 online exchanges, and took lunch. I had hoped to just go in and do that in about 3 hours and go back to Clark Street, but I wound up being at STC until 6 anyway. Great.

So I called out yesterday and actually got to stay out! Wow! Go figure. At Clark Street I was actually productive for the first time in weeks. I made up some SUB forms, and lists, and pictures for information boards, and set up tickets through our 3rd party vendors as well as an Event on F-book. I worked from 11am straight through to 3:30pm. Andrew and his lighting crones took lunch around 1, but I didn't feel like eating yet. I was in the ZONE!

On my way to get my own lunch/dinner at 3:30, I called my mom and dad. It was nice, as always. I had to warn them that though they would definitely like me in the show, there would be some nudity (though not my own).

Having such a productive day at work made it REALLY hard to resign myself to coming back to STC today. There is nothing productive about what goes on here. At all. Tear tickets, great. Talk on the phone with people. Sell tickets. Awesome. So NOT productive. There is no brain power at all involved. That's why I hate it, I don't have to think to do this job. Is that what 4 years and $100K worth of higher education prepared me for? I think not, sir!

Meanwhile, this cold has really taken a toll on my energy, and I feel like I'm on my last leg in rehearsals (get it? Get it?!?). Seriously, I'm flailing. I am just drained and we haven't even approached the two 10/12s, or the 6 days straight after those of runs and previews, OR opening night! It seems so far away...

And for some reason my breath REALLY stinks. I can't STAND that!