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I emerge at last from the hell that has been the aftermath of running the box office for our recent show. Triumphant! Because the treasurer and I met this afternoon, and our figures agree. Yay me. Now, provided I can count money and the money I counted and put into the safe is (a) still there, and (b) correct, I can collapse into a happy heap and rest. Of course, it wouldn't have been so incredibly tiresome had I but remembered at the beginning of the week that I had paid over about £130 at the very first allocation of tickets. This, I forgot, until I had an Epiphany on Thursday - so I spent the first three days re-counting everything three different ways. Gah.
Am getting increasingly pissed off with my job as musical business manager, what with the elusive MD holding my orchestra scores hostage, the turnout for the first rehearsal of our summer show last Thursday, and the miserable gits of members whingeing about the plan to do "The Full Monty" next year and vowing not to take part, and/or whining about not having "anything to sing" for the next year-because hell, we've only scheduled a summer revue, a "Carmen" workshop for the eight weeks of the summer, a pantomime, and TFM. Fortunately, I've already told my committee I'm resigning come October. Hah. Choose your own shows and see how you like it!
Had a card and a phone call from Bun, which was nice. She obviously Spoke Sternly to Boy, who did at least have the grace to IM me and wish me a happy Mother's Day. It was a pretty normal Sunday, really, treasurer liaison aside: Pilates in the morning, fried lamb's liver in peppercorns for lunch, severalplums voting in progress.
Beast and I continue to enjoy "Bones" as we have our lunch. We are unconvinced by the Superpowered Forensic Science, which seems a bit over-miraculous rather a lot of the time, but the relationships are fun, and it's nice to see intelligent people behaving (for the most part) intelligently. And an AS kid being cool. I look forward to showing my Boy the 'kid gets a makeover' episode, possibly it will be Useful.
We visited Father-in-law yesterday and I came away feeling convinced that I want him to get permission to move to Tasmania. Even though for many reasons I wish he wouldn't go, it is his dream and he wants it so much, I hope he gets the chance. He spent most of his adult life unable to go off and have adventures because he had to care for his wife, and I think he deserves this one.
I should probably write my AU RPF big bang fic quite soon. Wonder what the deadline is.
(Weird layout stuff going on as I type this. Some of the text keeps double-spacing itself, not leading but tracking. Very odd.)
Am getting increasingly pissed off with my job as musical business manager, what with the elusive MD holding my orchestra scores hostage, the turnout for the first rehearsal of our summer show last Thursday, and the miserable gits of members whingeing about the plan to do "The Full Monty" next year and vowing not to take part, and/or whining about not having "anything to sing" for the next year-because hell, we've only scheduled a summer revue, a "Carmen" workshop for the eight weeks of the summer, a pantomime, and TFM. Fortunately, I've already told my committee I'm resigning come October. Hah. Choose your own shows and see how you like it!
Had a card and a phone call from Bun, which was nice. She obviously Spoke Sternly to Boy, who did at least have the grace to IM me and wish me a happy Mother's Day. It was a pretty normal Sunday, really, treasurer liaison aside: Pilates in the morning, fried lamb's liver in peppercorns for lunch, severalplums voting in progress.
Beast and I continue to enjoy "Bones" as we have our lunch. We are unconvinced by the Superpowered Forensic Science, which seems a bit over-miraculous rather a lot of the time, but the relationships are fun, and it's nice to see intelligent people behaving (for the most part) intelligently. And an AS kid being cool. I look forward to showing my Boy the 'kid gets a makeover' episode, possibly it will be Useful.
We visited Father-in-law yesterday and I came away feeling convinced that I want him to get permission to move to Tasmania. Even though for many reasons I wish he wouldn't go, it is his dream and he wants it so much, I hope he gets the chance. He spent most of his adult life unable to go off and have adventures because he had to care for his wife, and I think he deserves this one.
I should probably write my AU RPF big bang fic quite soon. Wonder what the deadline is.
(Weird layout stuff going on as I type this. Some of the text keeps double-spacing itself, not leading but tracking. Very odd.)