This Summer
I worked Easter Sunday yesterday. We had over 1000 reservations. I was so nervous I could barely sleep the night before as this was my first holiday serving and not hosting. And I got royally screwed. Usually people walk away from working holidays with 300-400. I made 150. I got a crap station and I was on a team. My bus boy was drunk and my station was hardly ever full. I would love to point my finger and blame someone and bitch them out....but there is no one to really blame. I yelled at my boss. I'm lucky I didn't lose my job. So I guess I have that to be thankful for.
It just sucks. Because I feel like I sold my Easter Sunday at church for $150.
The other woman backed out of directing the first three sessions this summer....so guess who is in charge of six shows, potentially over 100 children, and 12 performances? C'est moi. Es mi. (the shows are Frumpled Fairy Tales for 6-8 year olds, Be Careful What You Wish For for 9-11 year olds, and MACBETH for 12-15 year olds--don't ask me how I'm going to direct countless bloodbaths, witchcraft, horrific apparations for this age group....I haven't figured it out yet)
This is good on some fronts. I love this work. But I know how exhaustive its going to be. I am also trying to convince the owner of the theatre to pay me more. And I think I'm winning the argument. We'll see.
My second round of acting classes started last week. And I made a six year old girl cry. ug. It still haunts me. I hope she comes back and doesn't hate me.
Laramie Project goes up in a week. And we have gay rights groups coming in from Chicago, people from the Chi Trib, CEO's and the like. I'm a wee bit nervous. Even members of the Laramie Foundation are coming. But I'm sure it will be great.
Also. I purchased my ticket to Miami for the Honduras interview this morning. I have a couple extra days there, if anyone knows anyone in the Miami area who could possibly put me up if I need it, that would be fantastic.
Did my taxes for the first time. Fuck the gov't. I owed the IRS $2 and the state $69. Merry fucking Christmas IRS. $2.
Got a skype account. Finally to the delight of Luk. dwarfoffire, look me up.
It just sucks. Because I feel like I sold my Easter Sunday at church for $150.
The other woman backed out of directing the first three sessions this summer....so guess who is in charge of six shows, potentially over 100 children, and 12 performances? C'est moi. Es mi. (the shows are Frumpled Fairy Tales for 6-8 year olds, Be Careful What You Wish For for 9-11 year olds, and MACBETH for 12-15 year olds--don't ask me how I'm going to direct countless bloodbaths, witchcraft, horrific apparations for this age group....I haven't figured it out yet)
This is good on some fronts. I love this work. But I know how exhaustive its going to be. I am also trying to convince the owner of the theatre to pay me more. And I think I'm winning the argument. We'll see.
My second round of acting classes started last week. And I made a six year old girl cry. ug. It still haunts me. I hope she comes back and doesn't hate me.
Laramie Project goes up in a week. And we have gay rights groups coming in from Chicago, people from the Chi Trib, CEO's and the like. I'm a wee bit nervous. Even members of the Laramie Foundation are coming. But I'm sure it will be great.
Also. I purchased my ticket to Miami for the Honduras interview this morning. I have a couple extra days there, if anyone knows anyone in the Miami area who could possibly put me up if I need it, that would be fantastic.
Did my taxes for the first time. Fuck the gov't. I owed the IRS $2 and the state $69. Merry fucking Christmas IRS. $2.
Got a skype account. Finally to the delight of Luk. dwarfoffire, look me up.