And Strech...Do You Feel the Tension?

Issues With Other Crew Members

I think we've all dealt with it...when you and a co-worker are running into issues. Now, the certain crew member I'm dealing with at the moment will be called Shirley, but that is surely not her name.
Now, I started working backstage in March 2009. Its kind of like sex-the first few times, you learn as you go. Very rarely is it that someone is good their first time. So you have to listen to people so you know how to do what they need. Shirley's first time was last November (2011), and she's still new to the whole thing. But I'd of thought she'd at least know the very basics...like that your phone needs to be off--not on vibrate, but off.  And that it is not my responsibility to know where she is supposed to put the set piece that she is in charge of. The spikes were there and everything. She should have know. Shirley's a bit agitated, too, at the fact that because I have the seniority and experience, get to be in charge of things like turning on the hazer or dropping the scrim when the time comes. I think it's the headset. I mean, the first time I did tech it was because I wanted to wear the headset (and fell in love with it). When I drop the scrim or turn on the hazer, I need to be on the headset.  

Freud would say that its...Headset Envy.

Meh.

Over and out.

DANGER DANGER!

DANGER DANGER!!!

All Those Over 5' Must Watch Out for Lights

(Yes, I am over 5'...5'5")

So, here is my discovery of the day (well,  yesterday, but that's not pertinent to this situation)
READY FOR IT? I don't think yous are. I'll give you some time








Okay?
Metal lights are hot.
Well, this might not seem like a revelation to some, myself included, but that is not pertinent to this situation.  HOWEVER, when one is carrying multiple, expensive and breakable, microphones, it's not on your mind.
Its on your forehead. At least my forehead.
And this is how I got this burn on my forehead.
Right there...don't you see it? (Oh, yeah, you can't see me...) Well, it is there. Above my right eyebrow. That shiny red thing that smells like burnt flesh. (Be GLAD you can't smell over the internet)
 

The Kids Are All Right

The key words in that are "all right." 

Not great, or even good. Not bad or extremely suckish either.

This is pretty much how our show is going. 

I really wish that we didn't have to stop every five or so minutes. Of course, there are exceptions for this. Like, thank god, the leads. I'm so glad that the kids playing Olivia, Viola, Sebastian, Orsino, Malvolio, Maria, Feste, and Toby are doing well. Not that everyone else sucks. I hold to it that they are doing all right. And I have to hand it to them that this is not an easy show considering that they are 4th-8th graders (Viola is in 9th). We've often been called "mini-professionals" (because of the average height of about 4'11" among the troupe) by new choreographers or pit members or other people we bring in (who are all working professionals). I know I shouldn't complain that much about them because I do know that they are doing their best (with one or two exceptions), but the chances that a 6th grader in the cast will just happen to find this blog with a crazy (at present) URL (I am going to change it), I think, are pretty slim (shady).  

But I wouldn't put it past them, so as a disclaimer...

I love you all so much, and you know that! You are my bestest friends ever! Sometimes, I just need to let it out...you guys let it out to me a lot and this isn't the kind of thing I can let out to you, so I send it here. I hope you don't hate me...

Any way, to all you non-BTCers out there, that is all...
Thanks for reading my rant.