Friday, November 05, 2004
spirits in the subway
spirits in the subway1
Originally uploaded by trevorsc.
I had an awful day -- I realize with every new issue that I face on my current gig (production manager for a show going into Buddies in Bad Times Theatre this month) that this show is bigger than I realized. Every time I think the latest problem is under some kind of control, I try to move forward to find that I have forgotten ten other issues. Today it was labour and money. We just don't have that much of either, not for the size of our ambitions. The set is a monster and our schedule is drum tight for our tech week. Thought I'd panic for a few minutes when I did the initial math on our wood costs. Found a way to cut it in half, but I need some redesign from the set designer. Here come the arguments and blame. My job title ought to be "production bitch".
Of course, nothing flushes a bad day with a bright streak of puke like knowing that a dangerous crank just got a fresh mandate to inflict his agenda of aggression on the world from his perch in Washington. Feels like the decade will turn grey for good. I should take a year of black and white pictures to commemorate the passing of global diplomacy that may once have had nuance beyond binary thinking.
Thank whatever's worth thanking that I'm in love, and that she loves me back.