*grumble*
Don't read this if you don't want to hear me gripe for a few moments. Please.
I am damn tired of people calling me at all hours and conflicting out of the show. Fine. Fine. Sickness. Whatever. *I* am sick and still showing up. (Yes, I seem to have relapsed.) Okay, I grant you, I'm the stage manager, and HAVE to show up, but even before I was the stage manager I busted my ass to make it to the show.
In 10 years of professional acting, I have only been too sick to perform during one show (run). Bummer that. (Griping is essentially done, btw.)
During "Towards Zero", I had to miss the opening two weeks of the show. I had collapsed on the last day of "Man of La Mancha" backstage, and only vaguely remember being dragged to a car and taken home by Kate Kaldenbach and Dee Bennett. I don't remember the changeover. For some reason I recall waking up during that first week and feeling like weighing myself only to find out that I had gone down (from my at the time normal 117#) to 108#. Yipe!
I feel really terrible. Sick people have onslaughted me all week, and other folks have made seeming zillions of requests for time off (some legit, some not). Each time seems to require another damn understudy rehearsal.
So when xkyx called me and woke me up to her *legit* conflict. I gave her undeserved grief. I am such a jerk.
Of course, I only feel bad because it's her. I would have felt worse if it was wikkidgothbabe. Anyone else, I probably would have felt proud of myself for being evil and jerk-like. But that's par for the Stage Manager Golf Course of Life. Good thing I don't have to dress like a white pimp like other golfers.
I am damn tired of people calling me at all hours and conflicting out of the show. Fine. Fine. Sickness. Whatever. *I* am sick and still showing up. (Yes, I seem to have relapsed.) Okay, I grant you, I'm the stage manager, and HAVE to show up, but even before I was the stage manager I busted my ass to make it to the show.
In 10 years of professional acting, I have only been too sick to perform during one show (run). Bummer that. (Griping is essentially done, btw.)
During "Towards Zero", I had to miss the opening two weeks of the show. I had collapsed on the last day of "Man of La Mancha" backstage, and only vaguely remember being dragged to a car and taken home by Kate Kaldenbach and Dee Bennett. I don't remember the changeover. For some reason I recall waking up during that first week and feeling like weighing myself only to find out that I had gone down (from my at the time normal 117#) to 108#. Yipe!
I feel really terrible. Sick people have onslaughted me all week, and other folks have made seeming zillions of requests for time off (some legit, some not). Each time seems to require another damn understudy rehearsal.
So when xkyx called me and woke me up to her *legit* conflict. I gave her undeserved grief. I am such a jerk.
Of course, I only feel bad because it's her. I would have felt worse if it was wikkidgothbabe. Anyone else, I probably would have felt proud of myself for being evil and jerk-like. But that's par for the Stage Manager Golf Course of Life. Good thing I don't have to dress like a white pimp like other golfers.