Exhausteration
In summary:
I'm sick of having people doubt my abilities as a female set builder, particularly when the doubt comes from other females. When told, "You need men; when are you going to get some men here to help you? Like, students' dads who actually know what they're doing?", I tend to feel significant resentment. I certainly appreciate help, but I'm far from helpless.
I also find myself terribly annoyed when given building requests a week before opening night.
You know how I got that gift card for a one-hour relaxation massage last year? I haven't used it, and I think I'm going to have to see about scheduling that after "Little Shop" is over.
I nearly said that I think I work too much, but I don't actually think that's true.
I signed a lease on 201 E. College Street today! Yessssss. Come June 1st, Yoda and I are moving the fuck out of here.
I'm sore, but at least my arms are looking pretty damned toned. Ooooh biceps.
And now I crash.
I'm sick of having people doubt my abilities as a female set builder, particularly when the doubt comes from other females. When told, "You need men; when are you going to get some men here to help you? Like, students' dads who actually know what they're doing?", I tend to feel significant resentment. I certainly appreciate help, but I'm far from helpless.
I also find myself terribly annoyed when given building requests a week before opening night.
You know how I got that gift card for a one-hour relaxation massage last year? I haven't used it, and I think I'm going to have to see about scheduling that after "Little Shop" is over.
I nearly said that I think I work too much, but I don't actually think that's true.
I signed a lease on 201 E. College Street today! Yessssss. Come June 1st, Yoda and I are moving the fuck out of here.
I'm sore, but at least my arms are looking pretty damned toned. Ooooh biceps.
And now I crash.