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TheHubs™ and I decided to kick butt this week and work Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday like mad so we could take today off and go to IKEA. I am very grateful that we were able to get the last three bookcases for the SteamLib, and therefore it will be finished this weekend and enough picspam to fill the Narrow Sea will follow.
A few weeks back, I was railroaded into being the House Manager for this month's production at our local Community Theatre, Milltown Players. I say railroaded because I do not like being 'volunteered' for these things, especially when I don't really feel I politcally have the right to say no. TheHubs™ is planning to audition for a play there next week, and I didn't want to queer the pitch for him by not being The Cooperative Theatre Widow. He was grateful to me for the sacrifice, then found out how they had also used him to get me to do it. He wasn't so happy about that. Long story, and doesn't really bear any meaning to my tale of woe.
I suppose it wouldn't have been too bad if 1)they actually needed a separate House Manager instead of a couple of ushers and a concessions person, 2) I am not being flattered and told 'how sweet and wonderful I am to do this' by people I have never met, much less been sweet and wonderful to and 3) the play was not such a peurile, silly hour of absolute steaming horseshit.
All the volunteers have all volunteered before, and don't know me, so my authority as their manager is questioned every night, and to be honest, I am sick of trying to give a damn. I'm really nothing but a glorified usher who has to hand out programs while the other ushers sit around and gossip before the show, and a glorified janitor who has to empty trash, pick up discarded candy wrappers and raise seats after the show. I have two more performances to endure - Friday and Sunday. TheHubs™ has been with me for all but one, and no longer gives a shit if he gets the part or not - he is very displeased at how we've both been used.
Last night, getting in the car, I tripped over a bag of rubbish, and went sailing. Everything I grabbed onto kept falling with me, until I wound up flat on my back staring up at the ceiling, with a goose egg of a bump on my forehead, unable to parse what the hell happened. I know I am extremely clumsy, but also a bit bouncy; after TheHubs™ helped me stagger back to my feet, I went onto the theatre, feeling very sorry for myself and nursing a terrible bruise.
At least I've been able to take my knitting with me. I'm so behind on Christmas knitting already. And the play is truly awful - I watched it the first night and have not been able to stomach it since.
I'm starting to get that crazy feeling of too much to do and not enough time to do it, accompanied by the guilt of sitting here typing when I should actually be doing something. Must be the holiday season.
On more optimistic notes - very happy about THIS.
A few weeks back, I was railroaded into being the House Manager for this month's production at our local Community Theatre, Milltown Players. I say railroaded because I do not like being 'volunteered' for these things, especially when I don't really feel I politcally have the right to say no. TheHubs™ is planning to audition for a play there next week, and I didn't want to queer the pitch for him by not being The Cooperative Theatre Widow. He was grateful to me for the sacrifice, then found out how they had also used him to get me to do it. He wasn't so happy about that. Long story, and doesn't really bear any meaning to my tale of woe.
I suppose it wouldn't have been too bad if 1)they actually needed a separate House Manager instead of a couple of ushers and a concessions person, 2) I am not being flattered and told 'how sweet and wonderful I am to do this' by people I have never met, much less been sweet and wonderful to and 3) the play was not such a peurile, silly hour of absolute steaming horseshit.
All the volunteers have all volunteered before, and don't know me, so my authority as their manager is questioned every night, and to be honest, I am sick of trying to give a damn. I'm really nothing but a glorified usher who has to hand out programs while the other ushers sit around and gossip before the show, and a glorified janitor who has to empty trash, pick up discarded candy wrappers and raise seats after the show. I have two more performances to endure - Friday and Sunday. TheHubs™ has been with me for all but one, and no longer gives a shit if he gets the part or not - he is very displeased at how we've both been used.
Last night, getting in the car, I tripped over a bag of rubbish, and went sailing. Everything I grabbed onto kept falling with me, until I wound up flat on my back staring up at the ceiling, with a goose egg of a bump on my forehead, unable to parse what the hell happened. I know I am extremely clumsy, but also a bit bouncy; after TheHubs™ helped me stagger back to my feet, I went onto the theatre, feeling very sorry for myself and nursing a terrible bruise.
At least I've been able to take my knitting with me. I'm so behind on Christmas knitting already. And the play is truly awful - I watched it the first night and have not been able to stomach it since.
I'm starting to get that crazy feeling of too much to do and not enough time to do it, accompanied by the guilt of sitting here typing when I should actually be doing something. Must be the holiday season.
On more optimistic notes - very happy about THIS.
