yellowducky's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Opening Night is This Week! The play opens on Friday and I don’t know if I can make it until then. I will either go insane or kill one of my cast members. Actually, it’s been a fun experience to direct a play, but I’ve discovered the true meaning of “hell week”. I thought I understood it as an actor, but oh no, the agony that the director endures is so much more expansive! I don’t think I’ve slept the whole night through in three weeks. I keep waking up from nightmares about opening night. And this past week—everything that could go wrong—has! Am I enjoying myself, though? You better believe it. It’s an adrenaline rush. We have an incredible set, my cast—with the exception of one—is so amazingly able to draw you in emotionally. The exception also happens to have an ego the size of Texas, and I’m getting set to emasculate him just to prove a point. If he talks back to me one more time when I’m trying to fix lighting or blocking----well, let’s just say that I’ll be looking for a job that allows you to have strung somebody up from the curtain as it rises by tender body parts. I think it’s going to be good, though. I really do. My job is incredible, even if I am working long hours and rushing all over the place. I’m growing and learning so much and really stretching myself. I’m getting ready to go for a two-week training. Part of me is happy for the more intensive instruction on what I should be doing, but part of me—the control freak—is screaming at the thought of leaving my clients for that long. They might have a crisis. They might need me. I think I’ve bitten off more than I could chew by agreeing to work more hours at the shelter, especially while the play is still going on. I’m exhausted. But I just can’t say no. My father called me this morning. I have no idea how he got my phone number, but I’m ticked off. My sister says she didn’t give it to him, but if that’s true, I don’t know how he would have gotten it. Unless he ran a security check on me (cause of his job). If that’s the case, I’m filing a formal complaint with the organization he works with. I don’t think anything big will happen to him, but he’s always so worried about impressions and his precious job not getting smirched. It will really tick him off. The thing that makes me the angriest is that my boss had told me to come in two hours late today. She said I’ve been working too hard and should sleep in. I was so grateful. Then he wakes me up, starts in on me, and no way can I fall back to sleep. He’s an inconsiderate jerk, like always. That’s about it. The play has been all consuming. Dress rehearsal tomorrow night. Saturday, Yellowducky is sleeping in, and anyone who calls her will suffer the wrath. 9:22 p.m. - August 05, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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