The Final Curtain
I've now said good-bye to the PAC. I went in to clean my desk out and for a nice lunch with the crew. I'm touched by how many who were on vacation came back for my going-away party. I really feel like I'll be missed.
I did not cry.
Tech Director, whom I've known for 13 years, brought pictures of the two shows we did together, Pirates of Penzance and Sweeney Todd (which he directed). What fun! Stories were told about the history of the center--memorable events and infamous events. I mentioned that my best theater story was when I lost my skirt during Harvey. I did not go into detail (perhaps I should have). "Mack" said he must not have been working that night.
Apparently "Mack" knew me before I knew him. He worked backstage on Pirates. He also worked on Sweeney. No wonder he feels like he's known me longer than I remember.
All in all, it was a very nice send-off. Everyone wants me to keep in touch (I don't recall any of my previous jobs saying it like they mean it).
And one person gave me a very fannish going-away gift: a rendering of the covers of the first 6 HP books surrounding a rendering of the artwork for the 7th. I know several people I'll be e-mailing in regards to HP7 after I read it.
I'm sort of at a loss for words right now. I'm ready to get on with things. And it probably won't really hit me until next September when the new season starts . . . and I'm not there . . .
ETA: I'm restless and unemployed. Hmph. And in retrospect (yes, I'm habitually slow on the uptake), I realize that when Mack said he wasn't working the night I lost my skirt, he was asking for a full accounting of the event. I should have obliged, because the story is, in fact, quite hilarious.
I did not cry.
Tech Director, whom I've known for 13 years, brought pictures of the two shows we did together, Pirates of Penzance and Sweeney Todd (which he directed). What fun! Stories were told about the history of the center--memorable events and infamous events. I mentioned that my best theater story was when I lost my skirt during Harvey. I did not go into detail (perhaps I should have). "Mack" said he must not have been working that night.
Apparently "Mack" knew me before I knew him. He worked backstage on Pirates. He also worked on Sweeney. No wonder he feels like he's known me longer than I remember.
All in all, it was a very nice send-off. Everyone wants me to keep in touch (I don't recall any of my previous jobs saying it like they mean it).
And one person gave me a very fannish going-away gift: a rendering of the covers of the first 6 HP books surrounding a rendering of the artwork for the 7th. I know several people I'll be e-mailing in regards to HP7 after I read it.
I'm sort of at a loss for words right now. I'm ready to get on with things. And it probably won't really hit me until next September when the new season starts . . . and I'm not there . . .
ETA: I'm restless and unemployed. Hmph. And in retrospect (yes, I'm habitually slow on the uptake), I realize that when Mack said he wasn't working the night I lost my skirt, he was asking for a full accounting of the event. I should have obliged, because the story is, in fact, quite hilarious.