Today was the day I had nightmares about when I accepted this job. I will not make a habit of "this was my day," unprofound, no bad poetry (this is a blog, you know!) entries, but today was jist extry-special.
See, to sound quite the braggart, this is my first non-acting job in a very long time, though it will entail acting soon. It's just that being Production Manager is a position which stretches some of my qualifications to their theoretical limits. Some parts of the job I am very qualified for. Some I am not. I'm fine with that, because I think my strengths more than make up for my shortcomings. Soon my title will change, as I mentioned earlier, and perhaps I'll feel more comfortable though little will really change. I had a long day, but I kept laughing, so that was fine. It was the first day when both of our "big" shows played at the same time. Also, it was "Take your girlfriend to work" day.
It started out with Rachel and I doing a little apartment stuff, then we went to one of the venues to move all stuff from that show to our other venue so. Once that was done, I got a tense phone message from our construction place that our remaining platforms and lumber had to go ...anywhere else. "Now." I called Grant (the artistic director) because his Isuzu Trooper is much more trucklike that my Sunbird. We loaded up,found a place, stowed it, then went into the office for supposedly five minutes before we were all going to lunch. At the office, things to do found us for about an hour, leaving Rachel wandering around our offices bored silly. Then lunch, which Grant treated at an Irish pub, and a break. I get to the main venue at about 6:15 to find that the lights, for no apparent reason, aren't working. At about 6:45 we discover, of course we'd forgotten things that morning for the other venue (we hadn't finalized the list yet), which necessitated mad dashes across town and back. While I'm taking stuff to the other venue, five problems arise there, and once I return to the first venue they've rigged halogen lights to light the show - no one could figure out the problem.
There you have it.
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