I'd say at first glance that this university thing isn't going to work out.
When they first called me last month one of the very first questions I had was "What's the production budget." See, the Technical Director, me, needs to know this when he plans for each production. That way he knows how much he has to spend. I'm silly like that.
I asked that very same question the next day.
I asked it the following week when we all met before school started.
I asked it again the next week when the show was auditioning.
I asked it again Monday.
I have, reasonably, a director who is asking questions about this set.
I have no answers.
Cause I have no money.
This problem woke me at 3 this morning. at 4:30 I sent off a missive to those concerned that they need to get on the ball and get me some answers and that the director needs to stop adding stuff to a show that might never get built.
They are about to learn how crazy a lack of communication can make me.
And for all my fussing and moaning about woe is me this week I need to note my good fortune too.
My parents old neighborhood is next to one of the most exclusive neighborhoods in the city. Yesterday, right after I poured out my little tale on this blog I got in the car to head to the chiropractor.
The most direct route is down the street I lived on as a kid and through aforementioned exclusivity.
I was doing 35 in a 25 when I saw them, yes, them, there were 2 cop cars.
They never moved.
The Gods were smiling on my speeding ass yesterday.
So it's Hot Guy Friday! And Labor day weekend all in one, ain't we lucky. I may be down one job, which would be ok too.
But let's take a look at that commodity that soon will be hard to come by, the hot shirtless guy.
And so it goes:
Love
Be safe and sane this weekend!
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