the best vacay is a sleeping one
So I got kicked out of rehearsal last night because I was falling asleep in between scenes. Yep. I'm that spent.
Doing the joe-job gig, which, is awesome but after two 1 and a half hour kids programs yelling to 35 children (because their annoying french teacher is translating every bloody thing I say - seriously lady? Can I do my job? you are a french IMMERSION we are NOT) I have no voice and on my feet for 8 hours in a heavy costume... it finally got to me d I burnt out. I went to sleep at 11:30 ish and zonked out until 10 this morning.
But the story goes back a bit - I came home at around 10 - so why would an exhausted red head stay up for another hour or so if shes so sleepy? WELL, its because I came home to a biz card sticking out of my door... Yep, a police calling card. Not only that but a Corporal from the Royal Mounted Police!! YA. My heart folds and I call the number on the card. The following conversation is surreal. He was very casual which is good because I was already freaked and tired which is not a good combo when speaking to someone who could potentially think I'm a criminal!
Turns out that someone has been using my addy in a contraband scheme!? What does that even mean?! I cannot tell my mother this or she will in fact - walk down here and pack up my things for me, this would be the final straw as she hates where I live. I'm beginning to think so too... scarey. So after a 30 mins discussion of steps to take on the next time I see something and thank you madam have a goodnight... I collapse in bed.
I need a vacay. The Caribbean cruise (for my moms 50th birthday!) can't come soon enough... ya its in Sept...*sigh
Doing the joe-job gig, which, is awesome but after two 1 and a half hour kids programs yelling to 35 children (because their annoying french teacher is translating every bloody thing I say - seriously lady? Can I do my job? you are a french IMMERSION we are NOT) I have no voice and on my feet for 8 hours in a heavy costume... it finally got to me d I burnt out. I went to sleep at 11:30 ish and zonked out until 10 this morning.
But the story goes back a bit - I came home at around 10 - so why would an exhausted red head stay up for another hour or so if shes so sleepy? WELL, its because I came home to a biz card sticking out of my door... Yep, a police calling card. Not only that but a Corporal from the Royal Mounted Police!! YA. My heart folds and I call the number on the card. The following conversation is surreal. He was very casual which is good because I was already freaked and tired which is not a good combo when speaking to someone who could potentially think I'm a criminal!
Turns out that someone has been using my addy in a contraband scheme!? What does that even mean?! I cannot tell my mother this or she will in fact - walk down here and pack up my things for me, this would be the final straw as she hates where I live. I'm beginning to think so too... scarey. So after a 30 mins discussion of steps to take on the next time I see something and thank you madam have a goodnight... I collapse in bed.
I need a vacay. The Caribbean cruise (for my moms 50th birthday!) can't come soon enough... ya its in Sept...*sigh