It’s been several days since a real blog post, for good reason. Not because I haven’t written them, but because one tires of the negative.
…I’ve been writing for a week, just to get it out.
…Even though it feels like the never-ending-buffet-table of excessive “I won’t go away no matter what.”
…So my frustrations have accumulated and sit there, in the draft box, waiting for day-never.
You all certainly don’t deserve to have it show up in your inboxes. Bills are bummer enough. And as nothing seems to be going right at the moment, and everything from the office, to theatre, to finances is screamingly fucking frustrating beyond explanation, I have yet to find the spin on these matters wherein I can turn it into something I can make fun of.
Everything is just shit right now. Period.
…What I’m walking into at the office tomorrow, god only knows. I haven’t the faintest idea what to expect, which could equally be said with tomorrow’s rehearsal.
I’ve yet to get approval from Corporate on the minion I picked, who after passing the drug test, still needs to give a two week notice to her current employer, which means she won’t even be here before I host the Corporate top-brass take-over, as well as do contracts on a fourth road show. Meanwhile I’ve already spent a week at a makeshift table by the trash can, in the warehouse, because the offices were three days behind on the fact lift by Monday. As of Friday, we were at eight days behind schedule, without even a toilet to pee in, let alone doors, or carpeting.
…We won’t even discuss the theater fiasco, it would take too long and work me all up again.
…Meanwhile, I may (or may not) still be employed by next Friday, which means I may (or may not) even give a flying shit if I have an office door, OR a minion by then…but either way, at the moment, I’m mostly irritated because I’m home right now, after only a 3 hour cue-to-cue/tech, and can’t even toss back some whiskey so I can shut my head up from all this stress, and get some sleep tonight.
…I have this stupid personal rule about “not drinking when I’m depressed.”
And I have to tell you: the thought of being a teetotaler for the next foreseeable future is ALSO really pissing me off.
In short: I’ve got nothing amusing to share with you. Or positive. Not even a joke at someone elses expense, or a bitchy one-liner you can make a meme of, later, featuring cats in people clothes or Victorians talking about penises.
Out of a week’s worth of blogs, THIS is the least depressing one I have to give you.
…So it’s good I’ve moved onto other arenas besides “post-a-day” then, ain’t it?
It’s technically now Monday.
If I make it 24 hours without breaking something or sobbing in a bathroom, I’ll be very surprised.
Place your bets, now.
~D
