Break a Leg

Well, it's Jenday again.  Hooray!  Although, this one is not going to be the fun-filled extravaganza I always hope for when consciousness intervenes on my blissful departure from reality.  The following is sort of a living itinerary with footnotes, references, tangents, and hopefully some bacon.

Currently, I am at work.  I do graphic design for a local sign company.  I enjoy the artistic creation as one would asume.  I do not enjoy customer service.  For instance: this morning the phone rang.  I picked it up and answered it in my most pleasant 10-in-the-morning tone which, I'll admit, needs a little work.  The woman on the other side of the line said we had done some work for her in the past and wondered if I could look it up.  I asked for the company name and typed that up in the system.  I found that the last order she had placed with us was back in 2002.  This information quickly became irrelevant because she wanted a "different kind of sign".  The conversation at this point went something like this:

"You know those mirrors on doors?  I want a sign like that."

I'm sorry, ma'am, I don't know what size those mirrors are.  Can you get me the measurements on that?"

"Well, you know in the phone book where it says "Enroll Now"?  I want a sign about that size.

"Uh, I don't have a phone book in front of me."

"You can't look it up?  I can call somebody else." Click.

Hanging up on me at this point was probably one of the smartest things she could have done because if the conversation had gone on for much longer, I would have reached through the phone, wrapped my hand around her neck, and slammed her head against any convenient surface until the peanut-sized object she had mistaken for her brain fell out of her ear and rolled under the desk where the dog would find it later and have a light afternoon snack.

Then I got to go back to what I do best, which is make art.  One day when I find out how to post images here I'll share some with you.  And the rest of my morning will be happily wiled away by the aspect of creation...and coffee.  Of course, this process will constantly be interrupted by people wanting stuff.  It has taken me 45 minutes to write these last two lines.  Anywho...

The later part of the day will drastically change shape as I have to go up to the Civic Center for some minor little issue that hardly needs mentioning, but I bring it up here in passing, as it were, just to paint for you a more vibrant picture of what the day will hold for me.  Anybody that has ever had to wade through the mire of beaurocratic red tape know just how grim an image that may turn out to be.   The potential for things to go not very well at all is a piece of art I would just as well prefer to remain unpainted.

After that happy fun time, I need to do some laundry, which is difficult because I have no washer and/ldryer in my apartment.  There is however one communal coin-op machine shared by around roughly 30 people.  The amount of laundry that can actually fit in the thing is a depressingly inefficient amount.  I try to go to my parents house to do laundry when I need to, which consiquently usually involves me getting fed as well, but they live 45 minutes away and I already have to make that trek there an back 3-4 times a week to do my show.  I know you're asking yourself "Well, why don't you just go up early before your show one day and do some then?"  The answer is as follows:  I work 9-5:30 and have to be at the theater at 7.  In traffic, it takes about an hour to get there, so I pretty much head straight form work to the theater, grabbing what food I can along the way.  "Well," you say again, "what about the nights when you don't have shows?"  A) Like I said I already have to make the journey more times a week than I really care to, and B) when would I play World of Warcraft?  I was going to do some laundry tonight, but I may or may not have a date...well, perhaps not like a Date-date...I dunno.  It's complicated.

What's my point in all this rambling?  I don't really have one.  I guess, if I were to have one it would be something along the lines of: Shit happens.  The best you can do is put your floaties on and try not to breathe through your nose.

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Jen