I know this might sound just a BIT whiney, but as of right now, the only group of people I’ve managed NOT to piss off is the group on the Straight Dope.
I am perfectly miserable and have slipped back into depression. Not, like, suicidal depression, but the kind that just makes you feel like sitting down and crying over nothing.
It’s happened before, actually, but not to this extent. Everything is going wrong. I’m stage managing a play at my school called “I Never Saw Another Butterfly.” It’s a REALLY depressing play about children in the holocaust. That in itself is not a fun thing. But, stage managing is great. The PROBLEM is that nobody in this school wants to work crew so I’m stuck calling lines, giving blocking, working the slide projector (which is old and crappy and doesn’t work unless you beat it) AND doing lights, running errands and TRYING TO FIND OUR LEAD because HE HAS NOT SHOWN UP YET. That’s why I’m writing this now, actually. I just got through e-mailing him and I’m waiting for a reply. I don’t think I’m going to get one.
<sigh>
Also, I’ve been having really awful nightmares and have been getting as little as two hours of sleep a night. Not good when you have an SAT class three times a week (until nine at night) and the play rehearsals ('til six every night) AND a huge english paper that’s going to determine a quarter of my english grade.
Not to mention the history paper in a little under a month, SAT’s and our Semi-Formal dance. The last one’s not major, but I do so like showing Jester off.
Well, I’m needed back in rehearsal. <sigh> I just felt like sending my woes out into the void.
Thanks for listening.
At my daughter’s school they don’t seem to have problems finding crew members. Maybe if you went more for the “Guys and Dolls” sort of shows, with flashy sets and costumes, and less with the drab, depressing, Holocaust stuff you’d have a better turnout.
Okay, that’s no help whatsoever, but {{{{{Deiket}}}}} anyway. Threaten to quit if you don’t get Assistant Director credit.
I was the announcer at the begining and the end that listed about 20-30 people who died during the Holocaust and how old they were. Man was that a depressing role.
I did get complimented on how well I performed it. I even had tears streaming down my face during my speeches. Confession time: it wasn’t my acting ability. It was that huge spotlight that, rather than being above me, was at the back of the room and level to me. I had to face the audience with a 4 foot, 10 billion watt light shining directly into my eyes. I thought I would go blind.
I know the play will be pulled together… eventually. But we really don’t have that much time. Just about a month. And this guy is our male lead. He has yet to even contact us (this after four e-mailed from me, one that was poilte, one that was informative, and two that just plain begged…) I’m going down to his campus and stalking around until I find him… He’s supposed to be hot…
He’d better be. The whole cast is going to beat him unless he is. I might knock him down, regardless…
Thanks, love, but there’s not need to beat him up… or if you still want to, wait 'til AFTER the play… We don’t want to hurt his pretty little face until he’s done with our stage.
The reason this is not needed is because HE’S COMING TO DAY!!!
He e-mailed Maddie, our female lead, and said he’s see her after school today! We have a male lead! Yay!
