Tiring and frustrating
We're in between shows right now, and finding something for these lab students to do is getting tiresome. These lab students are becoming tiresome. A lot of them are Musical Theater majors. They keep breaking out in song.
Spontaneously. It's like a bad movie musical. Or a Monte Python sketch.
This wouldn't be a problem, but there is a semi-serious rule in the shops that there is no singing allowed. Practically, if you're singing and joking with your friends, you're not paying attention to what you're supposed to be doing, and you're probably making it hard for somebody else to hear.
But how can you not smile when they're sitting at a table singing,
Taking the lights apart.
Cleaning the lenses.
Here in Lighting Lab.
or...
Counting the sheets of gel.
Putting them away again.
Here in Lighting Lab.
You get the idea.
I'm running out of things for them to do. Pretty soon I'm going to have them sweeping the ceiling. (No, really. There's a section of the ceiling between the front hanging positions where it's walkable, and it gets dusty. As ceilings and grids tend to do.) But I'm saving that particular bit of nastiness for end of semester, for the kids who have put off STARTING their hours until it's way too late. For the past two days, we've been hanging pipe in a classroom in the adjunct building halfway across campus. We're turning a Classroom into a Theater. Our job was to hang 3 pipes, one at the back, one at the front edge of the stage, and one at the back of the stage. This is three light hanging positions. They'll have 12 little dimmers and a dozen and a half various lighting instruments. We finished hanging the third pipe this morning, and then spent the rest of the afternoon making and changing plugs on cable and instruments (the new theatre is going to be Edison plugged, while the mainstages are Stage Pin.). We then as a group walked the lights and cable over to the theater, since the shop truck had just gone out on an errand. It's good for them. Now, what about tomorrow.
I just have to keep my eyes from wandering with these youngsters. Yesterday one of the Senior UGAs was wearing a rather loose, low cut, shirt, and was not shy at all in how she worked or leaned over while chatting. I just have to remember that, but for judiciousness on my part in my younger days, these girls are young enough (old enough) to be my daughter. Barely. Still, Damn fine boobs. But what's going to be the death of me are the tights. Girls coming in to work in tights and t-shirts that hug and conform to every curve and fold of their bodies.
I'm just too damn old.
Spontaneously. It's like a bad movie musical. Or a Monte Python sketch.
This wouldn't be a problem, but there is a semi-serious rule in the shops that there is no singing allowed. Practically, if you're singing and joking with your friends, you're not paying attention to what you're supposed to be doing, and you're probably making it hard for somebody else to hear.
But how can you not smile when they're sitting at a table singing,
Taking the lights apart.
Cleaning the lenses.
Here in Lighting Lab.
or...
Counting the sheets of gel.
Putting them away again.
Here in Lighting Lab.
You get the idea.
I'm running out of things for them to do. Pretty soon I'm going to have them sweeping the ceiling. (No, really. There's a section of the ceiling between the front hanging positions where it's walkable, and it gets dusty. As ceilings and grids tend to do.) But I'm saving that particular bit of nastiness for end of semester, for the kids who have put off STARTING their hours until it's way too late. For the past two days, we've been hanging pipe in a classroom in the adjunct building halfway across campus. We're turning a Classroom into a Theater. Our job was to hang 3 pipes, one at the back, one at the front edge of the stage, and one at the back of the stage. This is three light hanging positions. They'll have 12 little dimmers and a dozen and a half various lighting instruments. We finished hanging the third pipe this morning, and then spent the rest of the afternoon making and changing plugs on cable and instruments (the new theatre is going to be Edison plugged, while the mainstages are Stage Pin.). We then as a group walked the lights and cable over to the theater, since the shop truck had just gone out on an errand. It's good for them. Now, what about tomorrow.
I just have to keep my eyes from wandering with these youngsters. Yesterday one of the Senior UGAs was wearing a rather loose, low cut, shirt, and was not shy at all in how she worked or leaned over while chatting. I just have to remember that, but for judiciousness on my part in my younger days, these girls are young enough (old enough) to be my daughter. Barely. Still, Damn fine boobs. But what's going to be the death of me are the tights. Girls coming in to work in tights and t-shirts that hug and conform to every curve and fold of their bodies.
I'm just too damn old.
posted by Intothelight4now at 6:22 PM
2 Comments:
ah, the joys of academia...
I'm reminded of the Studio Theater... You were spared that, but I remember it well. Going to pick Bear up, and come meet you folks at the real theater to play, and all the little girls dressed to get his or some other boy's attention. :) Welcome back to college. ;) I was so glad I'd already graduated!
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