dry your feet and leave the shore
[nov 24 2002, 13:00]
it's done. almost. one of the most strenuous weeks in my entire life has ended.
it started on tuesday, when we [two people from our theater-group and myself] started to get all the stuff we need for the plays out of school, into a truck and to where we would stage next. on the one hand it was really funny (i don't really know why) but on the other hand it was the beginning of my anger. why did three people do what twenty could have done? it took us more than two hours to finish everything - that could have been done in half an hour!
however, on friday we met directly after school to get everything up and running. that included setting up our stage, all the big and little things we needed. we started at 12:30 with roughly four people and when the rest came at about half past three we were almost finished. the same thing again - why didn't those people come a little earlier and help us? the reason that they didn't have any time to do so isn't really appropriate as i also had other things to do.
well, after that we staged the play and it was - funny. well, some scenes just didn't work as expected (but i suppose the audience didn't really notice).
the next day meant getting up early, driving where our stuff was waiting for us to be packed again and transported to our next staging. started at ten, finished at four - with five people (of which three went for about an hour getting something to eat - i was not among them, of course).
and finally, when the guy who was in charge of the technical stuff came and was oozing this kind of 'i am the great master, kiss my butt'-attitude i got completely mad. well, some people didn't really notice that, i suppose, but somehow it helped. no, not only for my mental condition. after the play (which was quite funny because the ceiling was so low that i had to worry about my head) everybody helped to pack the stage and all the stuff together again - and we were finished in less than half an hour. amazing!
however, as i just heard, the re-packing and re-transporting of the stuff into our school worked the usual way - three people to do so. without me. finally.
well, gotta go now. the remains of a weekend (a horrible cold) need to get cured...
charon
song of the day: stroke 9 - letter
it started on tuesday, when we [two people from our theater-group and myself] started to get all the stuff we need for the plays out of school, into a truck and to where we would stage next. on the one hand it was really funny (i don't really know why) but on the other hand it was the beginning of my anger. why did three people do what twenty could have done? it took us more than two hours to finish everything - that could have been done in half an hour!
however, on friday we met directly after school to get everything up and running. that included setting up our stage, all the big and little things we needed. we started at 12:30 with roughly four people and when the rest came at about half past three we were almost finished. the same thing again - why didn't those people come a little earlier and help us? the reason that they didn't have any time to do so isn't really appropriate as i also had other things to do.
well, after that we staged the play and it was - funny. well, some scenes just didn't work as expected (but i suppose the audience didn't really notice).
the next day meant getting up early, driving where our stuff was waiting for us to be packed again and transported to our next staging. started at ten, finished at four - with five people (of which three went for about an hour getting something to eat - i was not among them, of course).
and finally, when the guy who was in charge of the technical stuff came and was oozing this kind of 'i am the great master, kiss my butt'-attitude i got completely mad. well, some people didn't really notice that, i suppose, but somehow it helped. no, not only for my mental condition. after the play (which was quite funny because the ceiling was so low that i had to worry about my head) everybody helped to pack the stage and all the stuff together again - and we were finished in less than half an hour. amazing!
however, as i just heard, the re-packing and re-transporting of the stuff into our school worked the usual way - three people to do so. without me. finally.
well, gotta go now. the remains of a weekend (a horrible cold) need to get cured...
charon
song of the day: stroke 9 - letter