memory lane
So I was thumbing through some old yahoo account emails, which date back to 2002, and a wave of emotion swept over me.
I had saved several emails surrounding the events that led up to and the actual event of getting fired. You know thinks like working out the severance agreement and this whole ordeal with three paint brushes (those around will remember). I WAS FRAMED, hahahaha. WHo knows or remembers. But I do know that Melanie would have NEVER left a paintbrush unclean, NEVER. But there were three and what did I do? I sent out an email to every board member letting them know what was going on...going above my boss's head (who had neglected in the past to take care of my issues) and there were letters from the president of the board, from supporting board members, etc... I didnt remember it being as tumultuous a time as it apparently was. But yeah, I have an email problem I guess. Obviously I am need of psychiatric counseling and with my next full time job, I am hoping that such services can be rendered as part of my health insurance package.
Also stashed away in those emails was one from one of my former little students. Specner Carr. He looked up to me, I was taller than him...but he still looked up to me and some of the gifts I have received over the years (openeing and closing night gifts and such) bear his name and his handicraft. For instance when THE HOBBIT closed he created these little clay LONELY MOUNTAINS that glow in the dark and placed them in little green boxes from from PROFITTS on a bed of cotton fluff. Pretty thoughtful. Mine had a car that had scrawled something to effect "to the best director I ever had." Ahhh, Spencer. Anyway his email said I know you were fired and I am sorry that you were and that we may never see it each other ever again, but promise me that you will be my friend and we can email each other. It touched my heart then and now (over three years later) it still gets me where it hurts. I sent him an email tonight. I hope the address is still a valid one.
I also read an email from Dayna going out to all the kids who staged a rally in my honor on the day following my firing. They tried tokeep it a secret from me because they knew I would have told them not to do it. But Kerl (Carl) let it slide in an email that I received. I didn't say anything, because I knew that were going to do it regardless and they deserve to find out the details, after all it was there program...I was just a facilitator. In retrospect, life has been better for me I guess. I was too young for that job when I had it, physically and mentally too immature. My ideas were great, but when unachievable...I refused to let them die or reconsider them. I invested too much time with my kids (suspect in this day and time), though I dont regret it. I got Joseph and Jamie and Seth and Dayna and Eric and others out of the bargain. The program has gone to shambles I hear, but most likely it has returned to what it is that the theatre wants it to be. Mediocre theatre that turn a nice profit. I just wanted it it to be amazong theatre that turned a better profit and taught appreciation for a craft that I love.
Sorry to get all mushy, but as the time nears for yet another momentous step in my life, another up and move, another temporary cutting of ties, another scary leap into the great wide open...I guess it is always good to take a look at what got me where I am now.
I had saved several emails surrounding the events that led up to and the actual event of getting fired. You know thinks like working out the severance agreement and this whole ordeal with three paint brushes (those around will remember). I WAS FRAMED, hahahaha. WHo knows or remembers. But I do know that Melanie would have NEVER left a paintbrush unclean, NEVER. But there were three and what did I do? I sent out an email to every board member letting them know what was going on...going above my boss's head (who had neglected in the past to take care of my issues) and there were letters from the president of the board, from supporting board members, etc... I didnt remember it being as tumultuous a time as it apparently was. But yeah, I have an email problem I guess. Obviously I am need of psychiatric counseling and with my next full time job, I am hoping that such services can be rendered as part of my health insurance package.
Also stashed away in those emails was one from one of my former little students. Specner Carr. He looked up to me, I was taller than him...but he still looked up to me and some of the gifts I have received over the years (openeing and closing night gifts and such) bear his name and his handicraft. For instance when THE HOBBIT closed he created these little clay LONELY MOUNTAINS that glow in the dark and placed them in little green boxes from from PROFITTS on a bed of cotton fluff. Pretty thoughtful. Mine had a car that had scrawled something to effect "to the best director I ever had." Ahhh, Spencer. Anyway his email said I know you were fired and I am sorry that you were and that we may never see it each other ever again, but promise me that you will be my friend and we can email each other. It touched my heart then and now (over three years later) it still gets me where it hurts. I sent him an email tonight. I hope the address is still a valid one.
I also read an email from Dayna going out to all the kids who staged a rally in my honor on the day following my firing. They tried tokeep it a secret from me because they knew I would have told them not to do it. But Kerl (Carl) let it slide in an email that I received. I didn't say anything, because I knew that were going to do it regardless and they deserve to find out the details, after all it was there program...I was just a facilitator. In retrospect, life has been better for me I guess. I was too young for that job when I had it, physically and mentally too immature. My ideas were great, but when unachievable...I refused to let them die or reconsider them. I invested too much time with my kids (suspect in this day and time), though I dont regret it. I got Joseph and Jamie and Seth and Dayna and Eric and others out of the bargain. The program has gone to shambles I hear, but most likely it has returned to what it is that the theatre wants it to be. Mediocre theatre that turn a nice profit. I just wanted it it to be amazong theatre that turned a better profit and taught appreciation for a craft that I love.
Sorry to get all mushy, but as the time nears for yet another momentous step in my life, another up and move, another temporary cutting of ties, another scary leap into the great wide open...I guess it is always good to take a look at what got me where I am now.