bethb's Diaryland Diary

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um, no.

right now is one of the two weeks that occur within a year where i don't hate my drive to work.
there's a shitty little road that people dump stolen SUV's on and light them on fire so you're frequently passing burned out husks of cars that cost someone more than i make in a year and a half which makes me incredibly angry and sad and more than a little thankful i drive a ford focus with a cracked windshield.
but the pear tree foliage on that street is incredible right now. the only other time it's beautiful is for one week in the spring when it's all fluffy and fragerant and white/pink.
sometimes if there's been a freak snow/ice storm i'll reroute myself to drive past the arboretum which is beautiful. and i should go before it gets too cold and the koi fish hybernate for the winter.
much like me.
i didn't go to the movies last night. i was too angry from the performance the dick-rector put on for the donors last night. it's kind of retarded. these old folks (one with a very loud phlegm problem) trundle in and they're stuffed with crackers and cheese and they watch us tech a scene but then michael isn't happy with someone and Oh! look at the magic of theatre! Look at all these people running around fixing stuff he's yelling about! look at them run! and we're penned in the lobby because the theatre and its infinite wisdom keeps it's prop shop 6.5 miles away from the theatre itself (also, the rehearsal hall....we're the same distance away from either) so we set up camp in the lobby and work on changes there or add the finishing tacks or whatever there so we can be on hand when michael starts to bellow for something.
it's really fucked up that his behaviour is just accepted. if we sat down and tallied reciepts and timesheets that were generated solely on the reason that he can't visualize shit in rehearsal even when he has the furniture there, i think the bean counters would crap themselves sideways.
seriously.
this is why we had to hire someone fresh out of yale to design the next show. no one wants to work with him. even ming told him that he should be nicer. i can't believe walt is coming back at the end of the season to do a show with him. walt swore never again...
at least the designer isn't making us reupholster the furniture in the 11th hour which is something i've had to do for him at another theatre. oh, that was painful. but it was also when i was 25 and was like "500 dollars? 3 days of work and no sleeping? bring it!".
now i'm 33 and i'm like- um. no.

8:45 a.m. - 2006-11-02

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