All together that and this
Everything is going so well, with little tiny waves of going terribly. Let's list:
Great:
I took the Juventas stage management job, which turned out to be an incredible gig - Juventas is an opera company that produces new works by composers under thirty-five. We've started rehearsals already, and the score is crazy-go-nuts. Same director for both shows, so there's no overlap in rehearsals, which is, you know, neccessary.
Great:
I'm getting assistant director credit for the Juventas piece, which is a huge plus and more than I expected.
Great:
The Rossini piece is a delight. The singers have such good instincts. So funny. We're speed-staging all of it, and yet our director finds time to really shape what they're doing all the time. I'm kind of soaking up her awesomeness during rehearsals for both shows; she's good at the things I'm not good at yet.
Great:
I'm getting lots of compliments.
Not Great:
My wisdom teeth are coming in. I know they're really late, but if you consider that my last baby tooth didn't come out until I was fourteen [yeah], I'm on track.
Not Great:
I hate cold rain. It was so windy on Saturday that my umbrella broke. Not just inverted [though it did that too], but snapped right above the handle. It was a cheap umbreall.
Lousy:
I got stuck in an elevator yesterday. My building has this charming old elevator - the kind with two metal grated doors that you open yourself, so you see the floors going by. Well, I got on the elevator yesterday on the fourth floor and pressed the button. The elevator shuddered and dropped about two feet. Then it stopped. The interior door wouldn't open, and it was terrible. I pounded on the metal doors and yelled for help for between five and ten minutes [seemed like an hour], and when someone finally came along, it took us another several minutes to get the door open. The gentleman who helped me gave me a big hug and told me my day could only get better. Nice guy.
The bummer is, after I had been in there for a few minutes, I left a tearful message for my roommate Adam, asking him if he had the super's number. About twenty minutes later or so, I left him a message telling him that I was out of the elevator. Turns out he got the first message between classes and couldn't check the second one until two hours later, so he spent all that time worrying. Poor guy.
Great:
Amanda Koons is coming from NY to visit me for Easter!
Not Great:
Adam's not going to be happy that I said she could stay in my room.
Great:
I took the Juventas stage management job, which turned out to be an incredible gig - Juventas is an opera company that produces new works by composers under thirty-five. We've started rehearsals already, and the score is crazy-go-nuts. Same director for both shows, so there's no overlap in rehearsals, which is, you know, neccessary.
Great:
I'm getting assistant director credit for the Juventas piece, which is a huge plus and more than I expected.
Great:
The Rossini piece is a delight. The singers have such good instincts. So funny. We're speed-staging all of it, and yet our director finds time to really shape what they're doing all the time. I'm kind of soaking up her awesomeness during rehearsals for both shows; she's good at the things I'm not good at yet.
Great:
I'm getting lots of compliments.
Not Great:
My wisdom teeth are coming in. I know they're really late, but if you consider that my last baby tooth didn't come out until I was fourteen [yeah], I'm on track.
Not Great:
I hate cold rain. It was so windy on Saturday that my umbrella broke. Not just inverted [though it did that too], but snapped right above the handle. It was a cheap umbreall.
Lousy:
I got stuck in an elevator yesterday. My building has this charming old elevator - the kind with two metal grated doors that you open yourself, so you see the floors going by. Well, I got on the elevator yesterday on the fourth floor and pressed the button. The elevator shuddered and dropped about two feet. Then it stopped. The interior door wouldn't open, and it was terrible. I pounded on the metal doors and yelled for help for between five and ten minutes [seemed like an hour], and when someone finally came along, it took us another several minutes to get the door open. The gentleman who helped me gave me a big hug and told me my day could only get better. Nice guy.
The bummer is, after I had been in there for a few minutes, I left a tearful message for my roommate Adam, asking him if he had the super's number. About twenty minutes later or so, I left him a message telling him that I was out of the elevator. Turns out he got the first message between classes and couldn't check the second one until two hours later, so he spent all that time worrying. Poor guy.
Great:
Amanda Koons is coming from NY to visit me for Easter!
Not Great:
Adam's not going to be happy that I said she could stay in my room.