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Today was Long
Aug. 30th, 2007 08:26 pmThis morning ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mc_shamo and I got up an out of the house in time for him to get to work by eight and me to make the Sandringham train that gets me to Red Stitch in st Kilda early. Go team.
I had to be at the theatre by nine, so I was pretty damn happy to be there at half eight. I sat down with a coffee and a tangelo in the sun and read my novel. It was a nice, calm, relaxing way to start what I knew would be a long day.
Nine o'clock rolls around and Nicol (the lovely lady who is training me) has not yet rolled up in her car. Coolcool, she must be running late.
Nine-fifteen, still no sign of her. Hmm. Odd. Oh well! Luckily I have my laptop with me, I guess I'll just work on my esay that is due tomorrow, that way I'm not wasting time.
Nine-Forty-Five, ok, now I'm a bit concerned. I'd had a large coffee over an hour ago and my bladder was making increasingly urgent bids for my attention. Still, not much I can do about it. I sigh, cross my legs, and continue typing, breaking off occasionally to sendmc_shamo updates on my locked-outedness.
Nine-fifty-five, I hear movement from inside the building. Could it be? Could Nicol have somehow snuck past me and by now be thinking I was a lazy bum who'd pulled a no-show? Hesitently I knocked upon the door. It was opend by a woman about my age I'd not met, who looked as if she was holding back tears with difficulty.
I introduced myself and explained what I was doing there. The girl told me her name was Sarah, she was an actor with the ensemble and had come in at seven am to work on her Master's thesis. Nicol would not be in until half past ten. By this stage I was a little annoyed that I'd arrived two hours before I needed to, but looking on the bright side, I'd got some essay under my belt. After a quick loo trip I sat out in the foyer and continued to type away. Suddenly I heared a wail of despair, sounding like some poor, hell-bound soul; "Oooooooooooooooooh nonoNO! FUCKYOUYOUFUCKINGCUNT!" from the office. I hesitated, then asked politely "Um, Sarah? Are you ok?" No, she was not ok. The computer had just crashed. it had been playing up all morning, it was the third computer she'd tried. She finally managed to get it to work and for the past hour had been fixing all those little things you fix last minute on a thesis. As she'd turned her chair to consult her notes her foot had just brushed the computer. The moniter went blank. No work, no nothing. What was more, it wouldn't start again.
I sent her out to make tea while I fiddled with the connections, trying to look like I knoew what the holy fuck i was doing. To my relief I found a loose connection (cos it that wasn't the problem I was buggered if I knew what the problem was), tightened it and re-started the computer. correction attempted to re-start the computer. It wasn't on exactly, but it wasn't off either, it was in a weird limbo state and was not even listening to the big button which usually works. I finally did what I've been taught since primary school not to do and switched it off at the wall. As it was starting up I tried to cofort Sarah who was vacillating between hysterics and apologising profussley for going inot said hysterics infront of a stranger. I told her that the word "thesis" was an automatic excuse and not to worry. I took her USB out and sent her off to the box office computer as the office computer seemed like it wasn't going to finish starting up anytime this decade (it actually took the damn thing twenty minutes in the end just to reach the desktop).
I went back into the foyer and continued my essay in between chattng with the now considerably calmer Sarah until Nicol arrived, when I was set the task of placing advertisments on the net for volunteer positions within the organisation. By the time I'd finished that the actors had turned up for rehearsal, unfortunately sans a Stage Manager, so nce again I was allowed to sit in on rehearsal and prompt, which I greatly enjoyed. When they broke for lunch I was sent to the bank to deposit cash, and on the way back purchased myself a veggie pastie which unfortunately sweated through it's plastic bag as I walked back, I nearly dropped it on the six lane highway and the nice top I was wearing now has a rather attractive tomato sauce stain down the side, *sigh*.
I did a few more odd jobs for Nicol, then headed off to Windsor station to catch a train back to the city and meetnurendi for an iced chocolate and general catch-up since I had not seen her since she'd come back from the UK. We had a very nice hour before I had to run off again (or so I thought) to have time to go to Lygon st before my audition.
I went inot three different places on Lygon street i my glorified role of Production Manager for The Bacchae and politely and tactfully said "I want free stuff, gimme!" I lef with email addresses and other points of contact, which is promising. Sponsorship, here we come!
On my way to uni I ran intoknave_scurvy who'd been swing-dancing and had a quick hug and chat before heading up to second floor to await my audition. It was now about half-past four. Brilliant! Thought I, I'm in time to do some work on the essay and get all nice and composed for my five pm audition. Yeeees, except my audition was at six not five. Bollocks.
I worked for as long as I could take it, then rang Helen to see where she was. She was going to the pub. That sounded like a grand idea to me, so I also went to the pub, I think that's the first time this semester I've gone to an on-campus pub... that's quite disgusting really. I had a pot of beer and a nice chat with classics types before helen and I headed off so she could audition me (oh what a tangled web we weave...)
The audition went well i think. I was joined by the gorgeousvivienne_aster. As much as my Production Manager self knows we need new blood- and more people at auditions- Actor Chris really enjoyed it just being the two of us, and the fact that it was me and Kate especially, two old Omniprop hands who know each other's styles well and can be confident working together. It made me quite nostalgic for the old days of MUCAAS, for the dust and sweat and attic-y goodness and beer and ginger wine. I almost wanted to come home and find vox_diabolica sitting on my couch in boxer shorts playng Civ 4... almost.
vivienne_aster and her bike kindly walked me to my tram stop where I had but a minute's wait, and now I am settled in my own kitchen, having eaten what I'd deciding to call dinner, even if it was cereal. Now I'm tossing up whether to stay up playing the Sims and wait for Seamus to come home (his show previews tonight!) or just go to bed and let him wake me when he crawls in. Decisions, decisions...
mc_shamo and I got up an out of the house in time for him to get to work by eight and me to make the Sandringham train that gets me to Red Stitch in st Kilda early. Go team.I had to be at the theatre by nine, so I was pretty damn happy to be there at half eight. I sat down with a coffee and a tangelo in the sun and read my novel. It was a nice, calm, relaxing way to start what I knew would be a long day.
Nine o'clock rolls around and Nicol (the lovely lady who is training me) has not yet rolled up in her car. Coolcool, she must be running late.
Nine-fifteen, still no sign of her. Hmm. Odd. Oh well! Luckily I have my laptop with me, I guess I'll just work on my esay that is due tomorrow, that way I'm not wasting time.
Nine-Forty-Five, ok, now I'm a bit concerned. I'd had a large coffee over an hour ago and my bladder was making increasingly urgent bids for my attention. Still, not much I can do about it. I sigh, cross my legs, and continue typing, breaking off occasionally to send
mc_shamo updates on my locked-outedness.Nine-fifty-five, I hear movement from inside the building. Could it be? Could Nicol have somehow snuck past me and by now be thinking I was a lazy bum who'd pulled a no-show? Hesitently I knocked upon the door. It was opend by a woman about my age I'd not met, who looked as if she was holding back tears with difficulty.
I introduced myself and explained what I was doing there. The girl told me her name was Sarah, she was an actor with the ensemble and had come in at seven am to work on her Master's thesis. Nicol would not be in until half past ten. By this stage I was a little annoyed that I'd arrived two hours before I needed to, but looking on the bright side, I'd got some essay under my belt. After a quick loo trip I sat out in the foyer and continued to type away. Suddenly I heared a wail of despair, sounding like some poor, hell-bound soul; "Oooooooooooooooooh nonoNO! FUCKYOUYOUFUCKINGCUNT!" from the office. I hesitated, then asked politely "Um, Sarah? Are you ok?" No, she was not ok. The computer had just crashed. it had been playing up all morning, it was the third computer she'd tried. She finally managed to get it to work and for the past hour had been fixing all those little things you fix last minute on a thesis. As she'd turned her chair to consult her notes her foot had just brushed the computer. The moniter went blank. No work, no nothing. What was more, it wouldn't start again.
I sent her out to make tea while I fiddled with the connections, trying to look like I knoew what the holy fuck i was doing. To my relief I found a loose connection (cos it that wasn't the problem I was buggered if I knew what the problem was), tightened it and re-started the computer. correction attempted to re-start the computer. It wasn't on exactly, but it wasn't off either, it was in a weird limbo state and was not even listening to the big button which usually works. I finally did what I've been taught since primary school not to do and switched it off at the wall. As it was starting up I tried to cofort Sarah who was vacillating between hysterics and apologising profussley for going inot said hysterics infront of a stranger. I told her that the word "thesis" was an automatic excuse and not to worry. I took her USB out and sent her off to the box office computer as the office computer seemed like it wasn't going to finish starting up anytime this decade (it actually took the damn thing twenty minutes in the end just to reach the desktop).
I went back into the foyer and continued my essay in between chattng with the now considerably calmer Sarah until Nicol arrived, when I was set the task of placing advertisments on the net for volunteer positions within the organisation. By the time I'd finished that the actors had turned up for rehearsal, unfortunately sans a Stage Manager, so nce again I was allowed to sit in on rehearsal and prompt, which I greatly enjoyed. When they broke for lunch I was sent to the bank to deposit cash, and on the way back purchased myself a veggie pastie which unfortunately sweated through it's plastic bag as I walked back, I nearly dropped it on the six lane highway and the nice top I was wearing now has a rather attractive tomato sauce stain down the side, *sigh*.
I did a few more odd jobs for Nicol, then headed off to Windsor station to catch a train back to the city and meet
nurendi for an iced chocolate and general catch-up since I had not seen her since she'd come back from the UK. We had a very nice hour before I had to run off again (or so I thought) to have time to go to Lygon st before my audition.I went inot three different places on Lygon street i my glorified role of Production Manager for The Bacchae and politely and tactfully said "I want free stuff, gimme!" I lef with email addresses and other points of contact, which is promising. Sponsorship, here we come!
On my way to uni I ran into
knave_scurvy who'd been swing-dancing and had a quick hug and chat before heading up to second floor to await my audition. It was now about half-past four. Brilliant! Thought I, I'm in time to do some work on the essay and get all nice and composed for my five pm audition. Yeeees, except my audition was at six not five. Bollocks.I worked for as long as I could take it, then rang Helen to see where she was. She was going to the pub. That sounded like a grand idea to me, so I also went to the pub, I think that's the first time this semester I've gone to an on-campus pub... that's quite disgusting really. I had a pot of beer and a nice chat with classics types before helen and I headed off so she could audition me (oh what a tangled web we weave...)
The audition went well i think. I was joined by the gorgeous
vivienne_aster. As much as my Production Manager self knows we need new blood- and more people at auditions- Actor Chris really enjoyed it just being the two of us, and the fact that it was me and Kate especially, two old Omniprop hands who know each other's styles well and can be confident working together. It made me quite nostalgic for the old days of MUCAAS, for the dust and sweat and attic-y goodness and beer and ginger wine. I almost wanted to come home and find vox_diabolica sitting on my couch in boxer shorts playng Civ 4... almost.vivienne_aster and her bike kindly walked me to my tram stop where I had but a minute's wait, and now I am settled in my own kitchen, having eaten what I'd deciding to call dinner, even if it was cereal. Now I'm tossing up whether to stay up playing the Sims and wait for Seamus to come home (his show previews tonight!) or just go to bed and let him wake me when he crawls in. Decisions, decisions...
