Sick to death

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Y’know, one of the great things about having your own web space is that you can say whatever you want, phrase it however you want, and cloak it as much or as little as you want. Behold the list.

I Am Sick to Death of:

  1. people who assume no responsibility for their actions
  2. those who laugh at others’ pain
  3. the hopelessly self-absorbed, to whom much has been given, but who appreciate none of it
  4. people who can’t be bothered to care about anyone else unless something is in it for them
  5. repeatedly trying to see the best in numbers 1-4, then constantly getting smoked for it
Of course, and thank the gods, there are exceptions to the above. That’s why I heart you. :-) And I’m not so foolish as to think I’ve never been guilty in some measure of 1, 3 and 4 at one time or another in my past (though not #2, I’m glad to say — sociopathy is, thankfully, not on my character trait list). I just hope I’ve learned from the experiences. Sadly, some people never do.
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Today is a day when I just want to retire and be Grammie. Is that too much to ask?? At least this is the last day of school until Monday. All right, rant over — thanks for listening. Can anyone relate?
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Fink out (of many things)

Wait, wut?

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It’s Monday already? You have got to be kidding me. But I don’t want it to be Monday. I just want to be a crybaby about it. You know, like LeBooHoo. He cries with us.

Welp, here comes production week. I have one last rehearsal tonight with the cast only (before the pit players arrive tomorrow night). Stuff needs to be fixed. Vocal repair, dance repair, cast repair. Repair.

I feel like repairing back to my warm bedroom, under the electric blanket. Anyone else dreading this morning?

Blark.

¿Por qué? Pourquoi? V

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Waarom? Why?

I mean, really. Who eats candy for breakfast? Ugh. Now I’m sick. Serves me right. Why do I do this? Ah well. Get the coffee and get on with it. There is much to do this day.

The tech rehearsal went well yesterday. There might be a show in there somewhere, although we’re really nowhere near ready for prime time. Today is the annual rehearsal and dinner with my quartet. Caleb, Cory, Haydon and Ben will be here at 5:00 tonight for lasagna, Caesar salad, garlic bread, mint chocolate chip ice cream cake and rehearsal. Not in that order. Gotta work out some kinks first, then mangia.

OK so why do I want to punch something this morning? I mean, last time I checked, I have a beautiful family, fantastic friends, a job I love, a cozy home, and an awesome dog. What’s up with the sour mood? Is it the cup full of malted milk balls? Am I having an episode of some kind? Why do I hate everything and everyone (except you)?

All right, doctors. Ready, steady, elucidate. I’m going for the java; I’ll be right back. Rawr.

Tech rehearsal, tech rehearsal,

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how I loathe you.

It’s not the “rehearsal” part I hate, it’s the fact that I have to yank everyone to school at 8:00 on a Saturday morning — especially when it’s the morning after the last football game of the season for the players in the cast, and the fact that the band/cheerleaders bus got stuck in the mud at New London for 50 minutes last night and had to be pulled out by a truck. Yipes!

For those not of the theater ilk, a tech rehearsal is a 4-hour marathon run-through, designed to work out bugs on the technical side (sound, lights, staging, props, etc.) of a production. It’s a necessary part of getting the singers used to functioning with body packs on, and bringing the tech staff up to speed on cues and mic assignments.

It can also be like herding cats or spooning up spilled mercury. I’ve had decent tech rehearsals, and I’ve had full-blown Barnum & Bailey experiences. What will today be? Tempus dicet.

Best part for the students: pastries from Hawkins Bakery, and an endless supply of Dunkin’ Donuts coffee. Am I good to them or what?

Have a great Saturnday, fiends. I’m nonstop to Monday here.