Break a Leg

Editor's Note: Sorry, I realize this isn't Wednesday, but due to the video being released late, Jennifer's blog was pushed forward and so was Jimmy's. Jimmy's will be up tomorrow.

Thanks!

-The Management

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So...people want to hear about my feelings, eh?  I got a lot.  I got a lot of feelings.

Currently, I'm feeling tired.  It's tech week for Taming of the Shrew.  This means I wake up everyday around 6:30am  because my internal clock is whacked.  Then I lie there until about 7:25, at which point I fall asleep for 10 minutes.  Then I wake up again panicing that I've slept through my alarm again.  I lie there until 8:00 when my alarm goes off.  I then hit the snooze button and lay there for another 9 minutes.  Finally, I'll get up, grab the nearest clean thing to wear in reach, and stuble off to the bathroom for my daily ablutions.  I generally leave the house around 8:40, depending on how long I 1.) deign to just stand in the shower and let the water run over my head, or 2.) have to wait for the water to stablize at a temperature I am comfortable with bathing in.

I get to work around 8:50, and maybe get toast, coffee, and/or juice from the local cafe.  Then I sit there in front of my computer for about 8 hours trying to decifer customer requests and orders placed by coworkers in order to make some sort of art out of, usually, nothing but some vague notion of what the world is supposed to look like.

I break the monotony with several devices.  Break a Leg, reading email, playing Kingdom of Loathing, having lunch, quoting movies with coworkers, or just listening to my ipod turned way down through only one ear phone. 

Despite this riot of activity, I'm feeling pretty bored in my work.   I need to find something else to do.  But that takes time: something I currently have very little of. 

Then, after I'm done I drive for anywhere between 45 minutes and 1 hour 15 minutes to get to the theater.  Now, let me just say that I don't really enjoy driving.  First: you're just sitting there for as long as it takes you to get wherever you're going.  That's boring.  In traffic, it's not just boring, it's mind-numbing.  Next, you could die at any time due to somebody else not paying attention, or you not paying attention, or some mechanical malfunction, or any number of other reasons.  That's scary.  Thirdly, there's all these laws you're supposed to follow.  Those suck.  Ok sure, they are supposed to reduce the chance of the afore-mentioned accidents from happening, but some of them are just dumb.  Like carpool lanes.  I know these are supposed to encourage more people to carpool, but all they really doing is creating one less lane for all the other people to use.  I think if we're going to have that lane, then the cars with two or more passengers should HAVE to use it.  But no, for the most part, I see this lane empty, open, and inviting.  Hey, if it isn't being put to the use it's intended for, why can't I help relieve the traffic situation by getting out of other people's ways?  Anyway, the sooner they create matter transportation devices, the better I say.  Beam me up, Scotty.

Finally, I get to the theater, get into costume, and go do a run of the show.  By the time I'm done prancing around like an idot and have my costume off, it's about 10pm.  Now I have to drive BACK for 45 minutes and try not to speed or pass slower cars on the shoulder when they cut me off and the road suddenly changes from 3 lanes to 2 and the state trooper who just pulled me over asks "What's the rush?"  What's the rush? I'm fucking tired is what the rush is.  I want to go home so I can log onto WoW and check my mail before maybe getting in a chapter of reading so my brain can slow down enough to fall asleep so I can maybe get 6 hours of sleep before I have to start all over again. 

So, I'm tired.  Not as tired as the BaL guys are on a more regular basis, I'm sure, but I generally need to get a lot of sleep before I feel rested, and that just ain't happening.  And I'm frustrated because I don't want to work in retail/customer service, but I'm too lazy to get my ass in gear and start submitting head shots, resumes, and voice over demos to every body under the sun on the off chance that they might see my stuff and think "Hey, he's just what we're looking for.  Bring him in!  Sign him up!  Give him some money!"  Because there are a thousand guys out there just like me (well, nobody is quite like me)doing exactly the same thing, and my room's a mess, and my car is a POS, and I'm going bald, and I haven't gotten laid in quite some time, and I could be in better shape, and I think I have a cavity, and things could be a whole hell of a lot better. 

But hey, when couldn't they?  I try to take delight in the little things, always find a reason to laugh, and remember that somewhere out there is a cold beer with my name on it.

Femke, I'll try and get you some more suffering later...maybe the girl who broke my hearth and then became a porn star; or what it's like not being able to run, play soccer, or boogie board anymore; or what it's like to be shunned by a church youth group.  For now, I should probably get back to work.

Happy Jenday!