life again

I realize I've been posting a bit recently, but it's all been external stuff, not much about what's happening with me (and it is all about me). So here's a life update. After the hustle and bustle of getting Stones up and running, I jumped right away into Nickel and Dimed, the show at the college across town. The usual challenges of working in that space, and then some. They have a series of shows on the mainstage while we are performing in the studio space in the basement. They needed some of our dimmers, and some of our lights at various points in the process. Trying to work around that has been a challenge to say the least. And E has been particularly unhelpfull this time around. From the start, I'll always say that she's overworked and stretches herself too thin. But she takes it all on herself, and agravates it by partying with the kids at the college, like she's trying to ignore that she needs to be mature and adult. She really misses those carefree party times, and as a result, spends more time than she needs to at work, often drinking and toking while doing paperwork. Making a 30 minute job last 2 hours. Then the rest of her work suffers. Anyway, enough rant on her. So, after a week of that, the show is in pretty good shape. It will open this next Friday. S and I have been spending quite a bit of time together, both of us working on Nickel, and neither spending a lot of time now on Stones, and now, gearing up for TOMMY. She's got another karaoke contest that she's going to enter tonight, as well as one of the local actors, but he's bailed out at the last minute twice before, so I don't have a lot of hope that he'll come thru tonight too. I'll be there for her, at least, and she says that, other guy or not, she's gonna do it. She's been going thru a lot of self examination recently, and has grown up a lot in the past few months. I don't think she particularly liked what she saw when she did that introspection. The change is pretty apparent. She still needs to work on the self-confidence, but all overweight people have those problems (comes from a long childhood of teasing and ridicule), I think. I know I do. The other thing I'm dealing with is that she's pretty much decided that she won't be here next season. She's got to move on, and find new experiences to continue to grow. I don't blame her, I've wanted to do that for years, on several levels. But I also realize that she is the only person that I spend any time with around here that makes this place tolerable to work. Boss is a micromanaging prick with little atistic talent, and an equal measure of people skill; TD is barely competant in his job and only survives because other people continually prod him to do his job right, and make deadlines that he barely meets; Boss' favorite SM is a psycho arrogant prick who is also barely competant, and is not even personable enough to cover for it; The costumer, A, is nice, pleasant, and competant, but also not much in my social circle. We do occasional things together, but we each have our own lives seperately. Ditto for the box office manager. That's the extent of the tech staff. I'm not sure I could survive without going postal on the rest of these people. I don't know what I'm going to do. I guess I'll cross that bridge when I come to it. Looking forward to tonight. I'm really going to enjoy a drink or three. On top of that, S is planning a luncheon tomorrow at the local India House buffet. Mmmmm tasty curry and naan.
Wife is bugging the hell out of me. She hasn't been sleeping well, and is therefore grumpy as hell, and making what time I spend at home pretty unpleasant. I spend a lot of time in my room (of course, most recently, I'm only home to sleep between the two jobs). My birthday money from my parents mostly got used for dog meds ($145!), though the curry tomorrow will come out of that too. So much for getting some new clothes. I realized the other week, that I don't have a single shirt that doesn't have some flaw; missing button, rip, worn elbow, broken snap. etc. And I didn't have that many clothes in the first place, a by-product of my loathing of shopping, and my not being a fashionista, and just plain being poor (which is why I'm amazed at people who have six laundry baskets of clothes. Mine will ALL fit in a single carry-on bag). Home repairs are piling up and I just need to knuckle down and do them. Replacing the works in a toilet is cake, right?