Sep 17, 2009 13:09
Plenty has happened since I last posted.
First of all, looks like things with Megan will stick to a friendly basis. That's fine, and certainly wasn't unexpected. Had way too much experience with that to let it affect me too much. I'm getting very good at the whole "moving on" part of rejection, now just to find a way around the rejection part entirely...
Second, I'm doing a Chekhov play at OCC. The Three Sisters. I'm playing Fedotik, a Russian officer who's hopelessly and secretly in love with Irina, one of the sisters. He only has brief appearances in each act, but there's a lot to work with as far as acting goes. Chekhov's plays lend themselves to realism, so awkward moments are not only allowed but, particularly for my friend-zoned character, encouraged.
The problem? All the performances happen on weekends in October. First of all, this means I might end up missing the October 23rd Repo show, which will only be my second missed show since ATTK started doing them in February. This will really suck, since it'll only be my second show since being asked to be a permanent Amber Sweet Bodyguard. Gotta talk to Bernie about this, but it's really secondary to the bigger issue....
Halloween Haunt. You know, that thing Knott's does every year that a bazillion people go to each night? Yeah, I basically had to pick between doing the play and keeping my job, and neither one would probably let me do Repo so that's not even part of the argument. So I put in my two weeks' notice on Sunday.
Felt really good about it, actually. Still do, even though I'm worried about getting a new job, especially since I won't reasonably be able to work until, like, November, since we have rehearsals going on almost every night until then. Hopefully my last paycheck-and-a-half will tide me over until then.
The day before I put in my notice, a miracle took place. A kid vomited on the ride, in the seat that was (except for height) two feet in front of me. None of this vomit ended up on me, it all wound up hitting the people standing in line like five feet to my left, or landing directly below him. Wind patterns, or direction of the head, or something saved me there. It was still horrible to clean up, but I was dry and happy. If I believed in God, I'd take it as a sign that I'd made the right decision to leave (as I'd made up my mind less than an hour before). Instead, I see it as a gross and amusing bout of good luck.
Also, my screenplay (formerly "Whipped," "The Ruse," and "Everything Changes") has a new name: "Get Over It". It's already been used for the title of a Kirstin Dunst movie, but said film only got about $12 million at the box office and nobody I've talked to has heard of it. So I figure the title's probably up for grabs, at least in this stage of development. Whether it'll be able to go into production with that name is none of my concern. It works on multiple levels concerning both the immediate plot arc and the overarching character arcs for all three leads, so I'm sticking to it for now.
writing,
knott's,
repo,
megan,
three sisters,
job,
vomit,
chekhov