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Today SUCKED.
First of all, if I had a dollar for every teacher who told me to start over on a new research paper after I had already finished, I would probably have enough money to buy a gun to shoot all the teachers who make me write extra research papers.
Number Two. When the hell did it become appropriate for people to defer all decisions and actions to the internet? I visited a career counselor today who spent the better part of an hour telling me how to navigate through the UMD Career Services website. Uh. Thanks. And after that, she spent about ten minutes flipping through the yellow pages. Is there anything useful I can take out of that?
So between the career counselor being twenty minutes late, and the Duluth Christmas Parade closing off the streets to the theatre, my usual 5:30 call time was effectively 5:00 to get there in time to actually get there. I had about forty minutes to walk home, eat, and get there. I ended up getting take out from Wendy's. Eight bucks for a meal. I couldn't help but think I could probably stretch that out into three meals in the normal world.
And the cherry on top...Anne showed up tonight to work follow spot. Now, some background information...one, I don't know many people in Duluth. Anne is one that I do. An intelligent person, at that. Someone I enjoy having around so I can have a level conversation (actually, I think she's smarter than me). Someone I'd prefer to have around more often if you get my drift. Two, refer to the parade. Streets are closed off by 5:30. Anne's job ends at 6:00. She had to park about a mile away from the theatre to get there. Note: In Duluth, this time of year, it's dark by 5:00.
So she gets there, expecting the lighting designer to have roughly half the spot cues for her. He has none. She asks if she could at least get up into the lighting booth to get familiar with the equipment, the vantage point, and the show--which is what the same lighting designer suggested I do for the last show I worked. Not only did they deny her this, but told her that the booth was locked.
She left at intermission, worried about walking back to her car in the dark in what is a moderately unsafe section of town. I was about to take ten minutes to leave rehearsal to drive her to her car when someone came to me with a question, and when I turned around she had already left.
I spent the next five minutes up in the lighting booth, which not only was unlocked, but labeled with a sign that said "leave this door unlocked at all times."
I am not happy.
First of all, if I had a dollar for every teacher who told me to start over on a new research paper after I had already finished, I would probably have enough money to buy a gun to shoot all the teachers who make me write extra research papers.
Number Two. When the hell did it become appropriate for people to defer all decisions and actions to the internet? I visited a career counselor today who spent the better part of an hour telling me how to navigate through the UMD Career Services website. Uh. Thanks. And after that, she spent about ten minutes flipping through the yellow pages. Is there anything useful I can take out of that?
So between the career counselor being twenty minutes late, and the Duluth Christmas Parade closing off the streets to the theatre, my usual 5:30 call time was effectively 5:00 to get there in time to actually get there. I had about forty minutes to walk home, eat, and get there. I ended up getting take out from Wendy's. Eight bucks for a meal. I couldn't help but think I could probably stretch that out into three meals in the normal world.
And the cherry on top...Anne showed up tonight to work follow spot. Now, some background information...one, I don't know many people in Duluth. Anne is one that I do. An intelligent person, at that. Someone I enjoy having around so I can have a level conversation (actually, I think she's smarter than me). Someone I'd prefer to have around more often if you get my drift. Two, refer to the parade. Streets are closed off by 5:30. Anne's job ends at 6:00. She had to park about a mile away from the theatre to get there. Note: In Duluth, this time of year, it's dark by 5:00.
So she gets there, expecting the lighting designer to have roughly half the spot cues for her. He has none. She asks if she could at least get up into the lighting booth to get familiar with the equipment, the vantage point, and the show--which is what the same lighting designer suggested I do for the last show I worked. Not only did they deny her this, but told her that the booth was locked.
She left at intermission, worried about walking back to her car in the dark in what is a moderately unsafe section of town. I was about to take ten minutes to leave rehearsal to drive her to her car when someone came to me with a question, and when I turned around she had already left.
I spent the next five minutes up in the lighting booth, which not only was unlocked, but labeled with a sign that said "leave this door unlocked at all times."
I am not happy.