Problem I never expected

I’m up to 9 responses for my room now. Almost all of them sound good. I hate picking.

Crazytown

Sooo I’ve been pretty busy. And I’ve been holding my tongue. Which I’m going to keep doing until I actually have something to say. Suffice to say, I potentially have a pretty great opportunity, and I really want it.

As for the busyness, that looks like it’s going to continue right about until I leave for (wait for it) Costa Rica. Ha! And you thought I was just going to road trip around the square states! Yeah, so we’d decided on that and were trying to figure out some kind of car situation and general plan when out of the blue John said “or we could go to Costa Rica” and I kind of pounced on that, and airfare was comparable and car is a little cheaper and hotels are definitely cheaper (let’s ignore that we were probably going to camp most of the time in the other plan) as is food. So, balance. And it’s going to be awesome. His sister and her boyfriend are coming with us, and they’re good people to travel with, so I’m excited about that.

I have some free time right before we go, which is good because my next 4 days are a mess. And I leave so soon. Oh goodness. Today I have a rehearsal to see all afternoon and evening, tomorrow I take a bus up to boston (and pray I have somewhere to stay. No word on that yet) and then tuesday is tech, after which I have a super secret phone call, and then I have to take the bus back that evening, which gets me home around 3-4am (awesome) and I have to be in new jersey at 10am the next day to load in and cue the dance show, and then I am a whore for money and so agreed to work at 7am on thursday (whose idea was that?). Friday I have free, but it will be spent walking miles and miles and miles, and then saturday is the two dance performances, and then sunday I have off and I fully intend to sleep through it and then monday I strike the dance stuff, and than at the moment I have nothing to do for the next week until I get on a plane. That time will be spent preparing my room for a subletter.

I had to turn to craigslist for someone to rent out my room. I was hoping to get someone I knew, or a friend of a friend. But no one came through/needed it. I have to replies so far. One sounds pretty great, but is looking for a june 1st move, I need to ask her about that. The other was a really short reply, but potentially good, who wants to maybe come look at the room soon. I hope I get a few more options to choose from. Oog. I hate this process.

Time to reread a script.

Frustration and excitement. Unrelated.

Today is a day of work frustration. I’m semi-coerced into doing this thing in Boston, and I asked for the email of the house staff there to get lists and drawings, and then several days later (today) get a rehearsal report that says “(stage manager) is working on getting pdf’s of the drawings and lists, but already has the vectorworks files. Do you have vectorworks? I can forward them”. This is frustrating on several levels. Mainly- I have specific questions that I need to ask, and I know what to ask for. That’s why I wanted to be in direct contact with whoever does this at the theater. Why is the stage manager taking it up on herself to do that for me? Inappropriate, and slows down the entire process. 2- Having taken that upon herself, why didn’t she forward the vw files right away with a note saying hey, I’m working on getting pdf’s if these don’t work, let me know if you can open them. Frustrating. And of course, the more I think about it, the more irritated I get. I sent her a sharp email, I hope not too sharp. I’m usually pretty doormat-ish with things like this, so when I actually take a stand I worry that I’m being too much of a bitch. Oh well.

And then for the dance show that I do in new jersey every year, the school redid it’s theatre, so I can’t daisy straight into the dimmers anymore, and I’m trying to find out how I can loop my instruments into their system and I’m being given the runaround on who to talk to.

The good news is that I have a good amount of work between now and camp, and at the moment the last day of work is June 7th, which gives me 3 free weeks between then and camp starting, and John and I are hashing out the road trip details, and I might repaint my room in my free time, and it looks like I maybe found someone to sublet and take care of the cats while I’m gone, so I’ll get to keep most of the money I make at camp, and they keep giving me raises so it’s turning into a pretty good job, and actually being able to save money this year is great, and I’m also still waiting on my tax refund, since my accountant filed for an extension, so that’s even more money to look forward to. I’m feeling pretty good about the next few months.

The road trip plans are in total flux, since he can’t get a ton of time off, and driving all the way there would be a little rushed and it would be nice to actually enjoy the drive and stop and see stuff. An option that was just brought up was flying to Vegas and renting a car there, circling through the square states, and then driving all the way to camp. Which would be pretty nice, I’m liking this option best, but it does involve renting a car which adds to the expense. So we’ll see. In any case, I’m excited.

Yep. I am that crazy cat lady.

I like my cats a lot more than a lot of the people I meet. Especially at the moment.

About the food…

I kinda signed an NDA, so they’ll come kill me, sell my cats, and charge me 750,000 if I say anything about it, so I’ll just mention that it was awesome, there was food, there were cameras, and John did indeed come with me. And it’ll air this summer. I’m excited to see if we made it in the final edit.

Pre-preparing to leave. Almost.

I took a trapeze lesson yesterday, for the first time in months. I hurt. A lot. Clearly, I haven’t been using my arms nearly enough. Or my back. Or my stomach. Or most of my legs. Or the backs of my knees. And I have a rope burn between my toes. But, it was a really great class. I did a lot, both general strength stuff, and working on specific tricks again. I’m working towards getting my routine back, the one I did for the showcase in september. I want to perform it at camp, so I have about 7 weeks to train it.

I also have 7 weeks to find someone I trust to sublet and take care of the cats. No fun. I put out the call on facebook, so we’ll see what happens there. John and I are also looking at driving most of the way there, if not all the way. He gets a decent amount a vacation, but it is a long drive, so we might take more time, not go as far, and then I can fly from wherever we end up. As always when we make plans, he’s dragging his feet some and I’m champing at the bit. In this case, I have a somewhat legit reason- the camp is buying my plane tickets, so I need to tell them in good time where I’m coming from and all. I’d like to give them plenty of notice. So, we’ll see what happens with that. In any case, I’m excited about a road trip with him.

They totally have knees

Somehow a bumblebee the size of a volkswagon managed to get into my room. I say somehow, but I suspect is has to do with the fact that I put my ac in, and because of how my window is I can’t put it up quite the way you’re supposed to and there are some gaps, and I can’t really put my screen down anymore. I say size of a volkswagon, but it was really much smaller than that. It was still a giant fucking bee. Like, close to the size of my cats paw. Go find a cat, pick it up and imagine that one of it’s paws is a giant black and yellow fuzzy thing with wings and legs. Tell me that’s not unnerving. Especially when you first realize it’s in your room when you see it crawling across your bed. I may have said something along the lines of HOly Fuck. Also, in the 2 second it took me to turn and grab an empty glass to trap it under, it had disappeared.

Once it showed up again, I handled myself very well, opened the shade, trapped it on the glass when it flew, got a post card under it, opened one accordion side of the ac, and released the poor fucker.

I hope the rest of my day is less eventful.