The Lark took over my life. For three weeks - count 'em, three - I had to request off from work. Thankfully I got to pick up so every week I at least got some sort of paycheck. And OAF was two weeks after the Lark so I was thinking "Oh, well, at least I get two solid days of working". WRONG. I guess I didn't realize but there's a rehearsal on Thursday at 6 and I have the "new" lunch/dinner. Great.
Norway sucks even worse now. I want to kill myself. It's 4 sets in the morning, 5 at night. And in the morning you only get a 15 minute break in between each set. Do they realize what that does to a person? It's like your stuck in that little box for 5 straight hours! At least with the old schedule I could sit down, read a book, have a snack, take myself away from this place for a moment. But now... now it's impossible.
They came and "talked" to me, one of our managers. Said he was getting complaints because I was "being rude" to guests; "rushing" them. I'M SORRY, but you're requiring me to see 55 families in an hour and do it with a 15 minute break? No, I'm not going to let the family have individuals AND group shot of the kids. Julianne and Morgan were really nice and told me that I should talk to the photographers and tell them how I work; you know: "Hey, I don't like to do individuals, if it's a cute kid I'll take the extra few seconds with them but I'm mildly claustrophobic so I need all 15 minutes of the breaks, thanks." Will it work? I suppose I'll find out next week...
I hate my show, BTW. I hate it. The SMs mom and friend came in and watched it and I don't think they liked it at all. I think they were beYOND confused about what was going on, which was my biggest fear. All this hard work for people to think I'm crazy. I'm getting deja vu from Madwoman... it's not as awful as Madwoman was but it's long and strange, although in a different way.
And Joyner.
Oh, Joyner.
Once again, I failed the test. AND, I got FUCKED on our project. The biggest thing was that the summary was suppose to be brief. Brief is 2-3 minutes, especially for a long, drawn out play. "Brief" is NOT 13 minutes. Especially when you can only have an 18-20 minute long presentation. HELLO! We all decided to meet early so we could discuss everything... and wtf is new, Alina and Cassie showed up 20 minutes before class started (which is late for them) and Cassie went up and dragged on and on and on. Poor Victoria, who did the whole presentation, barely got to speak. Joyner said he wasn't going to dock us for Cassie's inconsideration, but I don't know what I'm going to do if I don't get a perfect grade on it. I don't see how I'm going to pass this class.
The worst thing that's happened is last Thursday I suddenly got a virus on my computer. A big ass virus. Like, I thought I was going to have to buy a new computer kind of virus. Thankfully, Robert Arnowitz saved my LIFE and now I owe him my name. Oh wait, he's already dating a Megan Smith. That's cool. :)
So that's it. I guess I always get stressed out towards the end of the semester. It's so close... three weeks away... but I can't see the end of it. May... May, you are calling to me!
xo
P.S. For your please, the best picture ever taken in the whole world:
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