In the infamous words of Jekyll and Hyde: Bitch Bitch Bitch!

Ok, I finally have something to complain about so I’ll complain about it here.

I am so sick of sitting in on meetings. Meetings meetings meetings that have nothing to do with my position or anything I do except that I report to people above me that it does have to do with. Docent Meetings, Budget Meetings, Birthday Meetings – I am sick of you. If I have to hear one more backtracking, waffling, circular argument AGAINST whatever it is I or my Department are presenting, I swear I will wipe that smug smirk off of your face faster than you can say “well I never even read Shakespeare.”

To sit there, and argue for 30 minutes how an assignment like the one we propose needs firmer guidelines or we won’t know where to take it is ridiculous. Especially when you then basically OPPOSE that statement and say “well of course designers will approach it more creatively than we will.” That is the thought I was mentally trying to pound into your heads for the last Hour. You are Suits. What do you think this event is? I still haven’t told any of you that I left after 30 minutes the first and only time I came because it was so entirely lame. You’re not exactly working to make it less lame.

Out with the Old. In with the New. I was afraid of this before, but I am so set on it now. This is GOING to be the best ever.

So anyway J

I just got over a bout of what must have been either 24 hour Flu or Food Poisoning. All I know is I was laid up in bed for a day and a half just sleeping and moaning and puling. Lovely story. Lovlier pictures, had any been taken, I’m sure.

We begin Tech for Inspector General tonight. Gotta say, as we get closer to Opening, I feel more and more like the least talented person there. Or, barring that, perhaps I am talented, but the Most Afraid person there. I don’t feel as confident as I did two weeks ago. Or even one week ago. I’m not that funny, my faces all look the same, are you SERIOUSLY going to make me play that character in a DRESS!? Sort of thing. Also, I’m not so good with the physical comedy. There’s a bit I have where a stuffed dog attacks my neck. That’s a very cinematic bit. I’ve never done it before. I did not propose it in rehearsal. And yet, I’ve been attempting it for 2 weeks with little success. I was not taking it seriously. But seriously? How is that supposed to work? No, I don’t know. Please cut my bit as a sacrfice – the first of, I hope, many tiny bits that add an unneccessary 30 minutes to our production.

I wrote this on Friday. I'll write more later.