TROUPE THAT! (The birth of The Beatnik Syndicate)
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Four Thoughts:
1. It doesn't bode well for a relationship when you start using the song "Gravel" by Ani DiFranco to describe how you feel about that person.
2. You've got to love a job where it's considered perfectly acceptable to wear yoga pants, a tank-top and no make-up into the office.
3. Store-bought chocolate cake rarely surprises me in it's suckage. Yuck.
4. Spell check wanted to change "yuck" to "yack" in the above #3... I find this amusing for some reason.
That is all.
1. It doesn't bode well for a relationship when you start using the song "Gravel" by Ani DiFranco to describe how you feel about that person.
2. You've got to love a job where it's considered perfectly acceptable to wear yoga pants, a tank-top and no make-up into the office.
3. Store-bought chocolate cake rarely surprises me in it's suckage. Yuck.
4. Spell check wanted to change "yuck" to "yack" in the above #3... I find this amusing for some reason.
That is all.
And, Scene!
Well. Now that THAT'S over.
I take it as a strong sign when I don't hear from someone in a week (after an attempt or two to contact the person in question) that they are no longer interested having anything to do with me.
Ah, well.
I told an old friend yesterday that J is my "2006 Kevin LePine."
That is more than likely the worst description which I can give to a guy.
Kevin LePine having come to be the definition of the guy with a great deal of potential who is great to date at first... then kind of starts to be a flake... then a jerk... the guy who seemed SO into you - even though you may have been reluctant to go out with him at first - you were soon convinced it was a great idea based on the mere intensity of his reaction to you... the guy who calls and calls and calls... then suddenly stops calling for no real apparent reason. The guy who makes plans with you, stands you up, then calls you the next day as if nothing happened...
J is my 2006 Kevin LePine.
You may hear excuses:
"I don't have time for a relationship."
"I thought we were friends."
"It's not you - it's me."
"I'm so busy editing my documentary film for some deadline that I don't have time to even return a simple email to let you know I cannot hang out - even though I intimated that I was interested in doing so."
But, what it really means is the "Kevin LePine" in question still has the emotional maturity of a 15 year old boy... and, doesn't know jack shit about either dating or being friends with women.
I further described the situation to my sister-in-law (who is so very anxious for me to meet someone and settle down - she tries to set me up w/25 year old guys - whenever she mentions this to my brother he rolls his eyes at her... I find it amusing,) and she put it into blonde girl context:
J apparently is my Burger. (Burger being a dude on Sex in the City who done did Carrie Bradshaw wrong...)
I found it amusing that she needed to place my single life into the context of Sex in the City... but, whatever. I guess I may go back and watch some of the episodes w/the dude in it so I know what the fuck she was talking about.
Who knows? Perhaps I'll talk to someone today who puts into a Bridget Jones context. That way I could be stereotypical on two continents.
All I have to say is that unless he was in a car accident or is currently in another country where there are no phones and/or computers:
It is OVER.
Bah.
You men... why do you suck and not in the right places?
Well. Now that THAT'S over.
I take it as a strong sign when I don't hear from someone in a week (after an attempt or two to contact the person in question) that they are no longer interested having anything to do with me.
Ah, well.
I told an old friend yesterday that J is my "2006 Kevin LePine."
That is more than likely the worst description which I can give to a guy.
Kevin LePine having come to be the definition of the guy with a great deal of potential who is great to date at first... then kind of starts to be a flake... then a jerk... the guy who seemed SO into you - even though you may have been reluctant to go out with him at first - you were soon convinced it was a great idea based on the mere intensity of his reaction to you... the guy who calls and calls and calls... then suddenly stops calling for no real apparent reason. The guy who makes plans with you, stands you up, then calls you the next day as if nothing happened...
J is my 2006 Kevin LePine.
You may hear excuses:
"I don't have time for a relationship."
"I thought we were friends."
"It's not you - it's me."
"I'm so busy editing my documentary film for some deadline that I don't have time to even return a simple email to let you know I cannot hang out - even though I intimated that I was interested in doing so."
But, what it really means is the "Kevin LePine" in question still has the emotional maturity of a 15 year old boy... and, doesn't know jack shit about either dating or being friends with women.
I further described the situation to my sister-in-law (who is so very anxious for me to meet someone and settle down - she tries to set me up w/25 year old guys - whenever she mentions this to my brother he rolls his eyes at her... I find it amusing,) and she put it into blonde girl context:
J apparently is my Burger. (Burger being a dude on Sex in the City who done did Carrie Bradshaw wrong...)
I found it amusing that she needed to place my single life into the context of Sex in the City... but, whatever. I guess I may go back and watch some of the episodes w/the dude in it so I know what the fuck she was talking about.
Who knows? Perhaps I'll talk to someone today who puts into a Bridget Jones context. That way I could be stereotypical on two continents.
All I have to say is that unless he was in a car accident or is currently in another country where there are no phones and/or computers:
It is OVER.
Bah.
You men... why do you suck and not in the right places?
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Fuck It's Going To Be A Long, Ass Day...
Why - you may ask - am I up at five-fucking-forty-fucking-five-inthe-fucking-a-fucking-m... why?
I have to be into the office at 7am today.
Because I have to take a big chunk of time off today during the day for a bs rehearsal... it was the only time in three weeks when everyone was able to be in the same room at the same time.
And, we have a show tomorrow - it would be good to have a rehearsal w/the full cast, eh?
So - in order to make it work (and, because I cannot afford to even lose one hour of time on my time sheet this week) I am having to extend my work day (with the big ass break in the middle of it) from 7am to 8pm...
That's right, baayybee... 13 mother fucking (or, 'cheddar fucking' - a throw out to my pals in Chi-town... you know who you are!) hour day.
My only consolation getting me through this is that I don't have to work tomorrow -- so I can sleep in.
Oh, sleep - blissful sleep - how I love you.
I have to go to the drug store & get some Tylenol PM & earplugs... w/out them I won't be able to participate in the bliss of deep sleep this weekend... as it's Chinese MF New Year... and, I live in Chinatown.
Anyhow.
***
I went to watch a new troupe rehearse last night - they may be opening for bs at our March show... I'm not allowed to reveal their name yet - but, suffice it to say it's a 'wacky improv troupe non-sequitur' of a name...
The troupe its self was not bad for only having really played together a couple of times. I ended up doing some coaching (and, regurgitating a lot of stuff Seth Morris told me in his master-classes... a little Jesse Parent... a little Mick Napier... A LOT of Ian Roberts...) and, they felt that the suggestions/feedback were very helpful (!).
I know that watching them employ things/concepts that are often bandied around and never really practiced in some improv was a good learning experience for me -- you know they say that you cannot really know a subject matter until you teach it -- I think that watching them improvise, coaching them on concepts which I've been coached on in the past and then watching them make the adjustments helped me to clarify some things in my own mind.
This is something which started at Sunday's bs rehearsal... I've noticed a shift in something I'm doing on stage... who said that every time you're about to get to a new place in your craft you go through a major period of suckage?
Don't remember - but, I'm beginning to think it might be true.
Perhaps SS is right - perhaps I do have some break through I need to have w/my improv. As pissed as I've been at him this week - he might be right.
Anyhow - we'll see.
The coaching (for me) was weird - in the fact that I often don't take ownership of being qualified to either teach improv or coach... which might be part of my problem. But, it made me feel weird when the peeps in this troupe were giving me compliments about how the stuff that I'd guided them to & challenged them to do had been really helpful. (Even DF - who I'm so happy to see doing well in a troupe!)
It was great to watch their energy change & their scenes transform.
I'm pretty sure that I'm going to invite them to be the opener for the March show - contingent on them working w/a coach between now and then (not me - AK - who I think is an amazing improviser...)
Yeah.
***
My bs business cards should be delivered today.
My parents made a $200 donation to the beatnik syndicate cause...
I'm obsessed w/checking the DCM website to see if they have submission shit up yet... Gah!
***
GENERAL NOTES TO SELF:
-Match the energy on stage
-Initiate actions which can be joined or added to
-Stay positive
-First person to name the game wins
-Heighten/clarify
-Find the agreement at all costs
-Really listen to what people are saying to you, pick up the clues/cues
Why - you may ask - am I up at five-fucking-forty-fucking-five-inthe-fucking-a-fucking-m... why?
I have to be into the office at 7am today.
Because I have to take a big chunk of time off today during the day for a bs rehearsal... it was the only time in three weeks when everyone was able to be in the same room at the same time.
And, we have a show tomorrow - it would be good to have a rehearsal w/the full cast, eh?
So - in order to make it work (and, because I cannot afford to even lose one hour of time on my time sheet this week) I am having to extend my work day (with the big ass break in the middle of it) from 7am to 8pm...
That's right, baayybee... 13 mother fucking (or, 'cheddar fucking' - a throw out to my pals in Chi-town... you know who you are!) hour day.
My only consolation getting me through this is that I don't have to work tomorrow -- so I can sleep in.
Oh, sleep - blissful sleep - how I love you.
I have to go to the drug store & get some Tylenol PM & earplugs... w/out them I won't be able to participate in the bliss of deep sleep this weekend... as it's Chinese MF New Year... and, I live in Chinatown.
Anyhow.
***
I went to watch a new troupe rehearse last night - they may be opening for bs at our March show... I'm not allowed to reveal their name yet - but, suffice it to say it's a 'wacky improv troupe non-sequitur' of a name...
The troupe its self was not bad for only having really played together a couple of times. I ended up doing some coaching (and, regurgitating a lot of stuff Seth Morris told me in his master-classes... a little Jesse Parent... a little Mick Napier... A LOT of Ian Roberts...) and, they felt that the suggestions/feedback were very helpful (!).
I know that watching them employ things/concepts that are often bandied around and never really practiced in some improv was a good learning experience for me -- you know they say that you cannot really know a subject matter until you teach it -- I think that watching them improvise, coaching them on concepts which I've been coached on in the past and then watching them make the adjustments helped me to clarify some things in my own mind.
This is something which started at Sunday's bs rehearsal... I've noticed a shift in something I'm doing on stage... who said that every time you're about to get to a new place in your craft you go through a major period of suckage?
Don't remember - but, I'm beginning to think it might be true.
Perhaps SS is right - perhaps I do have some break through I need to have w/my improv. As pissed as I've been at him this week - he might be right.
Anyhow - we'll see.
The coaching (for me) was weird - in the fact that I often don't take ownership of being qualified to either teach improv or coach... which might be part of my problem. But, it made me feel weird when the peeps in this troupe were giving me compliments about how the stuff that I'd guided them to & challenged them to do had been really helpful. (Even DF - who I'm so happy to see doing well in a troupe!)
It was great to watch their energy change & their scenes transform.
I'm pretty sure that I'm going to invite them to be the opener for the March show - contingent on them working w/a coach between now and then (not me - AK - who I think is an amazing improviser...)
Yeah.
***
My bs business cards should be delivered today.
My parents made a $200 donation to the beatnik syndicate cause...
I'm obsessed w/checking the DCM website to see if they have submission shit up yet... Gah!
***
GENERAL NOTES TO SELF:
-Match the energy on stage
-Initiate actions which can be joined or added to
-Stay positive
-First person to name the game wins
-Heighten/clarify
-Find the agreement at all costs
-Really listen to what people are saying to you, pick up the clues/cues
Am I Fucking Crazy Or What?
I ended up at the office yesterday from 7:00 am until 11:00 pm...
But, I got a lot of shit done.
Rehearsal in the middle of the day was good.
My business cards for bs came in...
We have a show tonight - I'm pretty psyched. I think the Jerkstore Film guys are coming... which would be cool - as they are fun.
Er, um...
That is all. I think.
I ended up at the office yesterday from 7:00 am until 11:00 pm...
But, I got a lot of shit done.
Rehearsal in the middle of the day was good.
My business cards for bs came in...
We have a show tonight - I'm pretty psyched. I think the Jerkstore Film guys are coming... which would be cool - as they are fun.
Er, um...
That is all. I think.
One Off
ON THE NEGATIVE SIDE:
Everyone has one off...
I suppose it more than likely wasn't as bad as I thought.
It just seemed full of conflict & jokey behavior...
I felt blocked and run over through much of it.
I kept cracking up -which means I wasn't 100% invested in the scenes.
I'm as much to blame as anyone.
This is our sophmore slump... we'll bring the rock out next time.
ON THE POSITIVE SIDE:
Small, appreciative crowd though.
DW & SS came to see the show... as did JQ, PI , AJ & the improviser guy who's name I can never remember.
There was some good relationship work going on... as DW said: "The moments of brilliance outshone the moments of conflict & over the top jokes..."
I'm going to choose to go w/the positive side of the coin tonight.
I'll deal w/the other stuff at another time.
Off to smoke pot & watch Arrested Development.
Night, IRC...
That is all.
ON THE NEGATIVE SIDE:
Everyone has one off...
I suppose it more than likely wasn't as bad as I thought.
It just seemed full of conflict & jokey behavior...
I felt blocked and run over through much of it.
I kept cracking up -which means I wasn't 100% invested in the scenes.
I'm as much to blame as anyone.
This is our sophmore slump... we'll bring the rock out next time.
ON THE POSITIVE SIDE:
Small, appreciative crowd though.
DW & SS came to see the show... as did JQ, PI , AJ & the improviser guy who's name I can never remember.
There was some good relationship work going on... as DW said: "The moments of brilliance outshone the moments of conflict & over the top jokes..."
I'm going to choose to go w/the positive side of the coin tonight.
I'll deal w/the other stuff at another time.
Off to smoke pot & watch Arrested Development.
Night, IRC...
That is all.
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Al Aeropuerto, Por Favor
So... I got this "Learn Spanish in Your Car" thing for Christmas... except I don't own a car... so I listen to the cds at work and on my home computer... I'm actually getting pretty good at basic Spanish.
I thought it was kind of a strange present for me to get from my parents (except my Mom is quite insistant that I need to learn another language...) Today I found out WHY I recieved this odd gift...
Apparently, my Mom and I are going to go to Spain for two weeks in December 2006. Sparkster let the cat out of the bag by asking me if I can take two weeks unpaid vacation after I take my two weeks paid vacation in July (hopefully for the Del Close Marathon & to spend a week at my parent's lake house in upstate NY...) This led me to ask why... assuming it was for Xmas... because JB & Dr. R are cool about letting me have five days off for the holidays... (no pay except on Christmas, of course)... and, Spark said, "Well we need to start looking at tickets for Spain, is your passport up to date?"
Hrm.
The Sparkster - the worlds worst secret keeper.
Apparently it's not 100% yet - it's in the planning stages - but, indeed my Mom might be taking me abroad as my Christmas present.
Glorious.
My parents ROCK.
:up:
So... I got this "Learn Spanish in Your Car" thing for Christmas... except I don't own a car... so I listen to the cds at work and on my home computer... I'm actually getting pretty good at basic Spanish.
I thought it was kind of a strange present for me to get from my parents (except my Mom is quite insistant that I need to learn another language...) Today I found out WHY I recieved this odd gift...
Apparently, my Mom and I are going to go to Spain for two weeks in December 2006. Sparkster let the cat out of the bag by asking me if I can take two weeks unpaid vacation after I take my two weeks paid vacation in July (hopefully for the Del Close Marathon & to spend a week at my parent's lake house in upstate NY...) This led me to ask why... assuming it was for Xmas... because JB & Dr. R are cool about letting me have five days off for the holidays... (no pay except on Christmas, of course)... and, Spark said, "Well we need to start looking at tickets for Spain, is your passport up to date?"
Hrm.
The Sparkster - the worlds worst secret keeper.
Apparently it's not 100% yet - it's in the planning stages - but, indeed my Mom might be taking me abroad as my Christmas present.
Glorious.
My parents ROCK.
:up:
The More I Plot And Plan...
The more my week seems to spin out of control.
This is probably a little known factoid about me: I am quite anal retentive when it comes to scheduling my time. I actually devote one hour (weekly) to figuring out what my PRECISE schedule for the upcoming week is going to be & recording it in my date book.
For example - this is what my entry for today (2/15) looks like:
5:00 am - Get Up!
6:30-7:30 - Run
7:30 - 8:30 - Shower, etc.
8:30 - 9:00 - PT to Dr's office (stop & get coffee)
9:00 - 11:00 - Dr's Appt.
11:00 - 11:30 - Cab back to office
11:30 - 3:00 - Work (see "To Do" list)
3:00 - 3:15 - Call Mom
3:15 - 3:45 - Lunch (check email, VM, Tribe, etc.)
3:45 - 6:45 - Work (update "To Do" list - check in w/JB re: tomorrow)
6:45 - 7:15 - Walk Home
7:15 - 8:15 - beatnik Media issues
8:15 - 10:00 - Dinner w/Nick - call to find out where, enc. him to meet you in Chinatown... !!
10:00 - 11:00 - Watch DVD
11:00 -- Sleep, don't forget to turn on alarm.
YES - I am this anal. Because, if I am not, I find myself oversleeping, procrastinating on projects and generally lazing about my apartment not getting shit done.
I also write little retarded notes to myself to remind me to do something specific (on purple & pink stickies) and put them in my date book... Such as:
"Kate, you need to start drinking more water - no Diet Coke until you've had two liters of water."
"Does the DMV take credit cards? Call them today to find out!"
"The tofu in the fridge expires in two days - eat it, damn-it!"
"Buy super-glue."
Random little bits and pieces in my life... don't get me started about color-coding... if your name is in my date book in pink - it means it's your birthday... blue - anniversary... green - means I need to remember to call you (this is usually reserved for out-of-state friends & my family... pencil? Means I have a meeting w/you - but, don't know what time it's at.
Granted - I'm not as bad as J - who used to get up in the middle of the night to send himself an email of something he needed to remember for work the next day... golly. Talk about odd.
I started doing all this when I was in Boston. It was the only way I could keep my fucking life straight. Seriously.
All that aside - my life is completely unorganized right now. COMPLETELY.
Mostly because other people don't have their shit together. Meaning that the more I plan - the more my time gets sucked up and fucked with.
This is most irritating. Time management being one of my big hang-ups. I hate wasting my time with either fruitless tasks or people who cannot get their shit together.
I hate when I schedule something for a specific time and day... only to have that person email me the DAY BEFORE and say that they forgot they had conflict w/our meeting time... and, can we do it some other time?
Well - no, you dope, we cannot do it some other time. Because, if we do that then I'm going to have to call someone I have an appointment or obligation to on that day at that time and tell them the same thing that you're telling me now -- because, you cannot manage to get or keep your shit together.
The worst offenders of this are guys. J was perpetually 1/2 hour to 45 minutes late for EVERYTHING. How fucking annoying?
My friend Joe? Calls me as I'm walking into a restaurant to meet him to tell me that he has to work late.
Tom? At least he calls me the night before to tell me that he can't do something.
Then there are IMPROVISERS. They fall into a category entirely unto themselves... not only do they have issues w/managing their own time - but, you can throw in there a huge ego and God complex - meaning that they think the entire world revolves around them... and, when you tell them "No - I cannot and will not adjust my schedule to accommodate your inability to function in the adult world" - they call you a dictator.
Seriously. I was called a dictator this week.
Heil, Kate Kotler!
[Insert Arm Gesture Here]
Anyhow. This is mostly just a rant. I'm more than a little irritated by the inefficiency of others this week. And, having to cancel dinner plans (again) with my friend Nick from Chicago (who is in town for two weeks) due to other people not knowing how to either purchase or use a date book. And, also stemming from this problem is the fact that I've been up at 5 am every day this week (and, most likely will be for the rest of the week, too.) Not to mention I had to cancel my tennis game w/KR for tomorrow morning because of this...
Gah.
Stupid, stupid people.
I wish you were all robots.
The more my week seems to spin out of control.
This is probably a little known factoid about me: I am quite anal retentive when it comes to scheduling my time. I actually devote one hour (weekly) to figuring out what my PRECISE schedule for the upcoming week is going to be & recording it in my date book.
For example - this is what my entry for today (2/15) looks like:
5:00 am - Get Up!
6:30-7:30 - Run
7:30 - 8:30 - Shower, etc.
8:30 - 9:00 - PT to Dr's office (stop & get coffee)
9:00 - 11:00 - Dr's Appt.
11:00 - 11:30 - Cab back to office
11:30 - 3:00 - Work (see "To Do" list)
3:00 - 3:15 - Call Mom
3:15 - 3:45 - Lunch (check email, VM, Tribe, etc.)
3:45 - 6:45 - Work (update "To Do" list - check in w/JB re: tomorrow)
6:45 - 7:15 - Walk Home
7:15 - 8:15 - beatnik Media issues
8:15 - 10:00 - Dinner w/Nick - call to find out where, enc. him to meet you in Chinatown... !!
10:00 - 11:00 - Watch DVD
11:00 -- Sleep, don't forget to turn on alarm.
YES - I am this anal. Because, if I am not, I find myself oversleeping, procrastinating on projects and generally lazing about my apartment not getting shit done.
I also write little retarded notes to myself to remind me to do something specific (on purple & pink stickies) and put them in my date book... Such as:
"Kate, you need to start drinking more water - no Diet Coke until you've had two liters of water."
"Does the DMV take credit cards? Call them today to find out!"
"The tofu in the fridge expires in two days - eat it, damn-it!"
"Buy super-glue."
Random little bits and pieces in my life... don't get me started about color-coding... if your name is in my date book in pink - it means it's your birthday... blue - anniversary... green - means I need to remember to call you (this is usually reserved for out-of-state friends & my family... pencil? Means I have a meeting w/you - but, don't know what time it's at.
Granted - I'm not as bad as J - who used to get up in the middle of the night to send himself an email of something he needed to remember for work the next day... golly. Talk about odd.
I started doing all this when I was in Boston. It was the only way I could keep my fucking life straight. Seriously.
All that aside - my life is completely unorganized right now. COMPLETELY.
Mostly because other people don't have their shit together. Meaning that the more I plan - the more my time gets sucked up and fucked with.
This is most irritating. Time management being one of my big hang-ups. I hate wasting my time with either fruitless tasks or people who cannot get their shit together.
I hate when I schedule something for a specific time and day... only to have that person email me the DAY BEFORE and say that they forgot they had conflict w/our meeting time... and, can we do it some other time?
Well - no, you dope, we cannot do it some other time. Because, if we do that then I'm going to have to call someone I have an appointment or obligation to on that day at that time and tell them the same thing that you're telling me now -- because, you cannot manage to get or keep your shit together.
The worst offenders of this are guys. J was perpetually 1/2 hour to 45 minutes late for EVERYTHING. How fucking annoying?
My friend Joe? Calls me as I'm walking into a restaurant to meet him to tell me that he has to work late.
Tom? At least he calls me the night before to tell me that he can't do something.
Then there are IMPROVISERS. They fall into a category entirely unto themselves... not only do they have issues w/managing their own time - but, you can throw in there a huge ego and God complex - meaning that they think the entire world revolves around them... and, when you tell them "No - I cannot and will not adjust my schedule to accommodate your inability to function in the adult world" - they call you a dictator.
Seriously. I was called a dictator this week.
Heil, Kate Kotler!
[Insert Arm Gesture Here]
Anyhow. This is mostly just a rant. I'm more than a little irritated by the inefficiency of others this week. And, having to cancel dinner plans (again) with my friend Nick from Chicago (who is in town for two weeks) due to other people not knowing how to either purchase or use a date book. And, also stemming from this problem is the fact that I've been up at 5 am every day this week (and, most likely will be for the rest of the week, too.) Not to mention I had to cancel my tennis game w/KR for tomorrow morning because of this...
Gah.
Stupid, stupid people.
I wish you were all robots.
Random
Yesterday truly felt like the longest day of my life... it was another one of those up at the ass crack of dawn days (to accommodate bs rehearsal in the middle of the morning - which I was only able to stay for an hour of - WHICH because people were fucking late we only *actually* got to rehearse for a half hour of)...
ZS is a trouper, though -- where my head has imploded from the pressure and my brains are all over the walls of the OMG -- he's remaining rather calm & rational during all these "I've got more conflicts" days...
DA is playing with us in March - he joined us at rehearsal yesterday - he has a great deal of energy (which is cool)... I wish I could have stayed to see how he interacted in the Hook... gah.
Anyhow, long day...
Again - this mid-day rehearsal meant that I had to go into my office at 7am and leave at 7:30 pm to accommodate the time I was gone. I'm doing that for two reasons: a.) I'm not down with using my sick days to compensate for people who change their schedules every five minutes... and, b.) Despite having a very cool job - I'm still an hourly employee & need to actually WORK the hours in order to get paid the extraordinary amount which JB & Dr. R pay me to do the things I do for them...
I do a lot of things for them.
Including paying all the other employees.
Which is why I wasn't able to stay at rehearsal... as I HAD to go to payroll by noon & JB didn't give me the $$ and the documents to get done what I had to get done until 9:45 am... when I went to payroll after that - they weren't ready for me... so I had to go back. If I hadn't done this there would have been an office full of angry employees come Thursday next week... as in, no paychecks.
Even though I was exhausted - yesterday was a pretty damn productive day - work wise.
After work I headed over to Union Square... I had to pick up something for someone... then I stopped at the body shop & bought a new sleep mask... as my old one is stinky & falling apart. My new one is lined w/terry cloth and made out of hemp... and, the band which goes around your head is adjustable w/velcro. It's a lovely sleep mask which functions really, really well...
Went to H & M to buy more work shirts... which I did.
Walked home.
Stayed up late (WHY? Because today is Friday, a.k.a. - work from home day) watching Arrested Development on DVD -- which I got from Netflix.
Tonight is the last BS preview before our big show in March. I'm a little on the nervous side. Not to mention - I'm worried about myself - as I seem to be getting sick. It would make sense from all the running around/pressure I've been under. Not to mention - I have a monster zit. It's so irritating. I bought some tea-tree shit from the Body Shop, too... soap and stuff to put on zits... it hasn't helped yet.
I'm hoping AE & CH come to my show tonight... we have a plot in the works.
Tomorrow I have to go get my DL renewed... don't ask why it expires in Feb. when my b-day is in November... it makes no sense to me, either. But, as of sometime mid-day tomorrow, I will have a California DL - after living here two years. Ah, the system, knowing how to work you is so beneficial... yes, indeedy.
Okay. Tons of shiznit to do today. Better get moving.
Later, IRC
Yesterday truly felt like the longest day of my life... it was another one of those up at the ass crack of dawn days (to accommodate bs rehearsal in the middle of the morning - which I was only able to stay for an hour of - WHICH because people were fucking late we only *actually* got to rehearse for a half hour of)...
ZS is a trouper, though -- where my head has imploded from the pressure and my brains are all over the walls of the OMG -- he's remaining rather calm & rational during all these "I've got more conflicts" days...
DA is playing with us in March - he joined us at rehearsal yesterday - he has a great deal of energy (which is cool)... I wish I could have stayed to see how he interacted in the Hook... gah.
Anyhow, long day...
Again - this mid-day rehearsal meant that I had to go into my office at 7am and leave at 7:30 pm to accommodate the time I was gone. I'm doing that for two reasons: a.) I'm not down with using my sick days to compensate for people who change their schedules every five minutes... and, b.) Despite having a very cool job - I'm still an hourly employee & need to actually WORK the hours in order to get paid the extraordinary amount which JB & Dr. R pay me to do the things I do for them...
I do a lot of things for them.
Including paying all the other employees.
Which is why I wasn't able to stay at rehearsal... as I HAD to go to payroll by noon & JB didn't give me the $$ and the documents to get done what I had to get done until 9:45 am... when I went to payroll after that - they weren't ready for me... so I had to go back. If I hadn't done this there would have been an office full of angry employees come Thursday next week... as in, no paychecks.
Even though I was exhausted - yesterday was a pretty damn productive day - work wise.
After work I headed over to Union Square... I had to pick up something for someone... then I stopped at the body shop & bought a new sleep mask... as my old one is stinky & falling apart. My new one is lined w/terry cloth and made out of hemp... and, the band which goes around your head is adjustable w/velcro. It's a lovely sleep mask which functions really, really well...
Went to H & M to buy more work shirts... which I did.
Walked home.
Stayed up late (WHY? Because today is Friday, a.k.a. - work from home day) watching Arrested Development on DVD -- which I got from Netflix.
Tonight is the last BS preview before our big show in March. I'm a little on the nervous side. Not to mention - I'm worried about myself - as I seem to be getting sick. It would make sense from all the running around/pressure I've been under. Not to mention - I have a monster zit. It's so irritating. I bought some tea-tree shit from the Body Shop, too... soap and stuff to put on zits... it hasn't helped yet.
I'm hoping AE & CH come to my show tonight... we have a plot in the works.
Tomorrow I have to go get my DL renewed... don't ask why it expires in Feb. when my b-day is in November... it makes no sense to me, either. But, as of sometime mid-day tomorrow, I will have a California DL - after living here two years. Ah, the system, knowing how to work you is so beneficial... yes, indeedy.
Okay. Tons of shiznit to do today. Better get moving.
Later, IRC
There Is Nothing Worse Than...
Waking up in the middle of the night - realizing that you either have the flu (again) or food-poisoning (far more likely - as I ate some suspect Guacamole last night.)
I feel like crap. I called into work today & just got my sorry ass out of bed (after being up half the night with both ends going haywire on me...) and, finally feel okay enough to have a cup of coffee.
***
Thomas (my ex) and I were supposed to go see a movie at the Lumier last night following my bs rehearsal. I called him after I left the OMG and was on my way to Whole Foods (a.k.a. "Whole Paycheck") to do some grocery shopping -- as I decided upon opening my fridge on Sunday AM that it was completely ridiculous to keep spending $10/day on take-out food (which is how I've been nourishing myself lately - as I've been too busy 90% of the time to go the grocery store & the other 10% of the time I've been too exhausted from being too busy to go to the grocery store) and, that I'd better get me some real food in the house... no answer.
Called him on my way back from Whole Foods... no answer.
Call him at 4:30 pm and leave this message: "If you don't fucking call me back and tell me what time to meet you at the Lumier tonight I'm going to assume you've either been killed and are rotting in your Tenderloin apartment; or, that you don't want to go to the movie you've been bugging me about for a week and a half."
No answer.
Call him at 6:30 and leave a message stating: "What the hell, dude?"
He finally calls me back at 7:30 pm & tells me that one of his clients (he's a social worker/case manager in a homeless shelter) killed herself in a very dramatic fashion at the shelter last night & he's been dealing w/the situation since 4 am on Sunday...
How fucked is that?
He's coming over later just so he's not alone at his apartment - apparently this was one of his favorite clients. Poor guy sounded pretty messed up about it.
***
Theoretically, I am supposed to go to dinner tonight with a lovely gentleman - JW - but, I doubt, due to the state of my stomach that this is going to happen. I'm bummed because I was looking forward to it -- he was then going to go to the Jam w/me (which has been cancelled.)
Anyhow.
I'm going to go lay on the couch and vegetate.
Waking up in the middle of the night - realizing that you either have the flu (again) or food-poisoning (far more likely - as I ate some suspect Guacamole last night.)
I feel like crap. I called into work today & just got my sorry ass out of bed (after being up half the night with both ends going haywire on me...) and, finally feel okay enough to have a cup of coffee.
***
Thomas (my ex) and I were supposed to go see a movie at the Lumier last night following my bs rehearsal. I called him after I left the OMG and was on my way to Whole Foods (a.k.a. "Whole Paycheck") to do some grocery shopping -- as I decided upon opening my fridge on Sunday AM that it was completely ridiculous to keep spending $10/day on take-out food (which is how I've been nourishing myself lately - as I've been too busy 90% of the time to go the grocery store & the other 10% of the time I've been too exhausted from being too busy to go to the grocery store) and, that I'd better get me some real food in the house... no answer.
Called him on my way back from Whole Foods... no answer.
Call him at 4:30 pm and leave this message: "If you don't fucking call me back and tell me what time to meet you at the Lumier tonight I'm going to assume you've either been killed and are rotting in your Tenderloin apartment; or, that you don't want to go to the movie you've been bugging me about for a week and a half."
No answer.
Call him at 6:30 and leave a message stating: "What the hell, dude?"
He finally calls me back at 7:30 pm & tells me that one of his clients (he's a social worker/case manager in a homeless shelter) killed herself in a very dramatic fashion at the shelter last night & he's been dealing w/the situation since 4 am on Sunday...
How fucked is that?
He's coming over later just so he's not alone at his apartment - apparently this was one of his favorite clients. Poor guy sounded pretty messed up about it.
***
Theoretically, I am supposed to go to dinner tonight with a lovely gentleman - JW - but, I doubt, due to the state of my stomach that this is going to happen. I'm bummed because I was looking forward to it -- he was then going to go to the Jam w/me (which has been cancelled.)
Anyhow.
I'm going to go lay on the couch and vegetate.
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Older Punk Boys Rule & It's Easy Being Green
I had a four hour conversation w/JW last night which was the highlight of my weekend.
Let's just say that older punk boys (who have the same lexicon as I do) fucking rule.
***
Last week I bought various tops at H&M to both console myself for some pissy thing which happened (which I cannot remember at this time) and because I honestly needed new work shirts which did not show massive cleavage or my tattoos.
And, I am wearing one of them right now -- and, I have to say that despite my face still being sallow -- my nose red, eyes w/dark circles, monster zit -- from being sick... the green top still makes me look like a lovely Irish Lass.
That is all.
I had a four hour conversation w/JW last night which was the highlight of my weekend.
Let's just say that older punk boys (who have the same lexicon as I do) fucking rule.
***
Last week I bought various tops at H&M to both console myself for some pissy thing which happened (which I cannot remember at this time) and because I honestly needed new work shirts which did not show massive cleavage or my tattoos.
And, I am wearing one of them right now -- and, I have to say that despite my face still being sallow -- my nose red, eyes w/dark circles, monster zit -- from being sick... the green top still makes me look like a lovely Irish Lass.
That is all.
How Scary
Today I spoke at "career day" at a SF Middle School where I used to teach arts-outreach... it was kind of cool to talk to students (some of whom I've had in productions and in programming) about being a theater/improv professional... and, about how even when you're my age (*coughthirtysomething*) that you still have to be able to ask for help in achieving your goals (such as is why I'm doing this mentorship w/JB & Dr. R)...
And, it was really gratifying to have bunches of 7th and 8th graders running up to me after my presentation to give me a hug & tell me they miss me.
But, it is scary that I am now significantly entrenched in my "career" so much that I get asked a couple of times a year to speak at these things...
RMS is about to set up a drama extra-curricular (something I pushed for hard when I was teaching there in the after-school acedemic program)... and, my favorite teacher (that I worked with) is going to head it up -- I gave her my card & told her to call me... that I would be happy to volunteer some time to help her structure it & implement the programming. And, that I would help her find other theater professionals to volunteer some time towards it, too... (listen up all you SF peeps - I will track you down and make you do this... !)
I think it's kick-ass... and, I'm happy that they took my suggestions seriously!
Today I spoke at "career day" at a SF Middle School where I used to teach arts-outreach... it was kind of cool to talk to students (some of whom I've had in productions and in programming) about being a theater/improv professional... and, about how even when you're my age (*coughthirtysomething*) that you still have to be able to ask for help in achieving your goals (such as is why I'm doing this mentorship w/JB & Dr. R)...
And, it was really gratifying to have bunches of 7th and 8th graders running up to me after my presentation to give me a hug & tell me they miss me.
But, it is scary that I am now significantly entrenched in my "career" so much that I get asked a couple of times a year to speak at these things...
RMS is about to set up a drama extra-curricular (something I pushed for hard when I was teaching there in the after-school acedemic program)... and, my favorite teacher (that I worked with) is going to head it up -- I gave her my card & told her to call me... that I would be happy to volunteer some time to help her structure it & implement the programming. And, that I would help her find other theater professionals to volunteer some time towards it, too... (listen up all you SF peeps - I will track you down and make you do this... !)
I think it's kick-ass... and, I'm happy that they took my suggestions seriously!
Frustration, Meet My Good Friend - Exhaustion
It is both frustrating and exhausting to try to produce your own shows. Trying to coordinate the schedules of six busy individuals - dealing with the temperments of artists (some of whom can be large pains in the ass) - getting the crux of the work done so that the show is sucessful... all while balancing other aspects of your life.
This could be come all consuming if I let it. I've started working on drawing boundries for everything I do -- just to preserve my sanity and physical health.
I love what I do & I'm very flattered that based on the work I'm doing with the beatnik syndicate that I'm being met with offers from other, outside sources to either produce or do media for their shows... but, media & producing - it's not what I do.
I do it out of self-preservation. Because, shows don't get audiances in this town (or any) just on the virtue that it's a kick-ass show w/talented performers who are going places in the near future... I learned a long time ago that if you're not in people's faces - talking up whatever you're working on like it's a Tony award winning show or Monty Python or something - then no-one will pay attention.
It's the actor knowing how to sell themselves - translated into a slightly larger spectrum - still just as self-serving, etc.
You gotta do what you gotta do to get butts in the seats.
And, if you are truly afraid of sucess and unwilling to persue it like a rabid dog - then you cannot bitch when you get what you've worked for... nothing.
As for me - I will do what is necessary to ensure that the show I love, with the people I love in it (including myself) is sucessful, even if that's in very modest terms.
But, after a week from hell at my 9-5, then dealing with bullshit drama via "the community," and trying to get everything in place for the March show -- I'm pretty wiped out.
JD said to me yesterday, "Kate, you know I think that after this show I need a break from everything beatnik for a couple of weeks."
I couldn't agree more.
Though - it seems that while everyone else is resting and relaxing - that I will get only a couple of days to re-charge & then will be right back up on the horse working on "the project" with CH... (who, if you have to have one, is a very good producing partner. At this stage of my life I truly appreciate people who are able to talk to me directly and stay on topic... not to mention people who get results when you ask them to.)
Which is okay - because "the project" - when it is wildly sucessful is not only going to garner me some extra income... but, will also be a huge feather in my hat & increase my cred at least 10 fold.
All good things... but, it's just getting between here and there. Exhausting, frustrating.
I think that's all I have to say.
It is both frustrating and exhausting to try to produce your own shows. Trying to coordinate the schedules of six busy individuals - dealing with the temperments of artists (some of whom can be large pains in the ass) - getting the crux of the work done so that the show is sucessful... all while balancing other aspects of your life.
This could be come all consuming if I let it. I've started working on drawing boundries for everything I do -- just to preserve my sanity and physical health.
I love what I do & I'm very flattered that based on the work I'm doing with the beatnik syndicate that I'm being met with offers from other, outside sources to either produce or do media for their shows... but, media & producing - it's not what I do.
I do it out of self-preservation. Because, shows don't get audiances in this town (or any) just on the virtue that it's a kick-ass show w/talented performers who are going places in the near future... I learned a long time ago that if you're not in people's faces - talking up whatever you're working on like it's a Tony award winning show or Monty Python or something - then no-one will pay attention.
It's the actor knowing how to sell themselves - translated into a slightly larger spectrum - still just as self-serving, etc.
You gotta do what you gotta do to get butts in the seats.
And, if you are truly afraid of sucess and unwilling to persue it like a rabid dog - then you cannot bitch when you get what you've worked for... nothing.
As for me - I will do what is necessary to ensure that the show I love, with the people I love in it (including myself) is sucessful, even if that's in very modest terms.
But, after a week from hell at my 9-5, then dealing with bullshit drama via "the community," and trying to get everything in place for the March show -- I'm pretty wiped out.
JD said to me yesterday, "Kate, you know I think that after this show I need a break from everything beatnik for a couple of weeks."
I couldn't agree more.
Though - it seems that while everyone else is resting and relaxing - that I will get only a couple of days to re-charge & then will be right back up on the horse working on "the project" with CH... (who, if you have to have one, is a very good producing partner. At this stage of my life I truly appreciate people who are able to talk to me directly and stay on topic... not to mention people who get results when you ask them to.)
Which is okay - because "the project" - when it is wildly sucessful is not only going to garner me some extra income... but, will also be a huge feather in my hat & increase my cred at least 10 fold.
All good things... but, it's just getting between here and there. Exhausting, frustrating.
I think that's all I have to say.
The "t" Factor, Wet Pants = Grumpy, So Tired My Eyes Are Crossed
What is it w/men in my life who's names begin w/the letter "T"?
Seriously -- it seems as if every serious relationship (save one) I've ever had has been with some dude who's name starts w/a "T"...
Tate...
Todd...
Tony...
Tom...
It's a little creepy.
And, I will say that it's even stranger - because, now there is another potential "T" in my life... we'll see where this goes. I'm a little skeptical of the whole "boy-girl" thing after the whole "J" debacle...
But, maybe that didn't work out due to his non-T name...
Can we see what too little sleep & not enough caffine does to my brain?
Good golly.
***
Yesterday sucked.
A LOT.
I worked like a mad-woman all day - couldn't seem to get ahead of the game - even though I got up extra early to try to sort out some of the stuff I'd neglected to do on Friday.
Then it was rainy. Walked to work in rain. Drove JB's car around in the rain (and, in SF - driving in rain might as well be driving in a blizzard - for as retarded as people act.)
Left work in the rain... had to go to Kinkos to pick up the BS show fliers... left Kinkos - raining harder...
Ran over to the space to give MD a huge stack o' fliers to take w/him to school... chatted w/him for about 2.5 minutes... back out into the rain...
Had to go to Old Navy - a skirt I bought last week (for the "T" date) is way too big - I tried it on & all at the store when I bought it --> but, for some reason - when I was wearing it on said date & bent over (in a very coy manner) to take a shot at the pool game said "T" was whipping my ass at --> the skirt - literally - dropped about two inches down on my hips and nearly gave my pool partner a birdseye view of my hoo-hoo hole.
I think that would have been an unexpected treat for a first date, eh?
Returned skirt in rain - noticed that shoes were getting soggy.
Had to walk up to Hotel Nikko to give fliers to the concierge & MD for distribution... at this point - I'm so soaked that I can feel water squishing in my shoes... and, my pants have changed color due to the amount of wetness they contain.
Bah.
Left the Hotel - back to the space... sat around for an hour or so waiting for JQ, etc to come get fliers... hung out for a few minutes at the Jam... walked my wet, squishy ass home.
Of course by then it had stopped raining.
Wet = bad for me... I hate rain. I think it's the "Kat" in my name coming out which makes me so rain-phobic... either that or my Irish Frizzy Hair... (which I had a lengthy conversation w/AE & little Josh's Mom about yesterday... I :love: AE, btw... she's the bomb-diggity... you know someone is a dear friend when they think you look awesome even when you know you look like shit.)
But, I hate rain. I hate being damp (in an non-sexual context)... unless I'm showering or swimming. Wet clothing is the worst. Ever.
All these factors combined allowed me to be the grumpiest bitch I've been in a long time yesterday.
Grumpy, grumpy, grumpy.
***
I have to get up at 5 am every day for the rest of the week.
Have to be into work by 7 am.
Oh, IRC, why do I feel it necessary to slowly kill myself by working too fucking much & never getting enough sleep?
Yawn.
Must.dry.hair
That is all.
What is it w/men in my life who's names begin w/the letter "T"?
Seriously -- it seems as if every serious relationship (save one) I've ever had has been with some dude who's name starts w/a "T"...
Tate...
Todd...
Tony...
Tom...
It's a little creepy.
And, I will say that it's even stranger - because, now there is another potential "T" in my life... we'll see where this goes. I'm a little skeptical of the whole "boy-girl" thing after the whole "J" debacle...
But, maybe that didn't work out due to his non-T name...
Can we see what too little sleep & not enough caffine does to my brain?
Good golly.
***
Yesterday sucked.
A LOT.
I worked like a mad-woman all day - couldn't seem to get ahead of the game - even though I got up extra early to try to sort out some of the stuff I'd neglected to do on Friday.
Then it was rainy. Walked to work in rain. Drove JB's car around in the rain (and, in SF - driving in rain might as well be driving in a blizzard - for as retarded as people act.)
Left work in the rain... had to go to Kinkos to pick up the BS show fliers... left Kinkos - raining harder...
Ran over to the space to give MD a huge stack o' fliers to take w/him to school... chatted w/him for about 2.5 minutes... back out into the rain...
Had to go to Old Navy - a skirt I bought last week (for the "T" date) is way too big - I tried it on & all at the store when I bought it --> but, for some reason - when I was wearing it on said date & bent over (in a very coy manner) to take a shot at the pool game said "T" was whipping my ass at --> the skirt - literally - dropped about two inches down on my hips and nearly gave my pool partner a birdseye view of my hoo-hoo hole.
I think that would have been an unexpected treat for a first date, eh?
Returned skirt in rain - noticed that shoes were getting soggy.
Had to walk up to Hotel Nikko to give fliers to the concierge & MD for distribution... at this point - I'm so soaked that I can feel water squishing in my shoes... and, my pants have changed color due to the amount of wetness they contain.
Bah.
Left the Hotel - back to the space... sat around for an hour or so waiting for JQ, etc to come get fliers... hung out for a few minutes at the Jam... walked my wet, squishy ass home.
Of course by then it had stopped raining.
Wet = bad for me... I hate rain. I think it's the "Kat" in my name coming out which makes me so rain-phobic... either that or my Irish Frizzy Hair... (which I had a lengthy conversation w/AE & little Josh's Mom about yesterday... I :love: AE, btw... she's the bomb-diggity... you know someone is a dear friend when they think you look awesome even when you know you look like shit.)
But, I hate rain. I hate being damp (in an non-sexual context)... unless I'm showering or swimming. Wet clothing is the worst. Ever.
All these factors combined allowed me to be the grumpiest bitch I've been in a long time yesterday.
Grumpy, grumpy, grumpy.
***
I have to get up at 5 am every day for the rest of the week.
Have to be into work by 7 am.
Oh, IRC, why do I feel it necessary to slowly kill myself by working too fucking much & never getting enough sleep?
Yawn.
Must.dry.hair
That is all.
Someone Please Shoot Me
I am so tired that when my alarm went off this morning, I cried.
Like - wept.
For at least 5 minutes.
Which took me 10 minutes to recover from.
I should have just hit "snooze"... I would have still been late to work.
And, my eyes wouldn't be puffy now.
6 & 1/2 more hours here... 3 & 1/2 hours on Union Street... go over to the Next Stage to meet Lewis Campbell at 8:30 -- go home... sleep. Hopefully by 10 pm...
Tomorrow I won't cry when the alarm goes off.
Or, will I?
That is all.
I am so tired that when my alarm went off this morning, I cried.
Like - wept.
For at least 5 minutes.
Which took me 10 minutes to recover from.
I should have just hit "snooze"... I would have still been late to work.
And, my eyes wouldn't be puffy now.
6 & 1/2 more hours here... 3 & 1/2 hours on Union Street... go over to the Next Stage to meet Lewis Campbell at 8:30 -- go home... sleep. Hopefully by 10 pm...
Tomorrow I won't cry when the alarm goes off.
Or, will I?
That is all.
Rust colored cordoroy pants that I tried on in December at my friends Ann, Kim & Lisa's sample sale which didn't fit then - fit now. They are so impressed at how much I've shrank even since October - I get them for $20 (retail price - $98)...
And, I got a cute new black Lacoste polo-shirt (retail price $80 - I pay... NOTHING) to go with them.
Not to mention that my Mom sent me a link to the website of the company which organizes the trip which we are taking together to Spain this coming fall/winter...
So, despite being tired as fuck & having to work like crazy today... not so bad after-all.
Cute new outfit - promise of European travel.
This, of course, has nothing to do w/improv...
That is all.
And, I got a cute new black Lacoste polo-shirt (retail price $80 - I pay... NOTHING) to go with them.
Not to mention that my Mom sent me a link to the website of the company which organizes the trip which we are taking together to Spain this coming fall/winter...
So, despite being tired as fuck & having to work like crazy today... not so bad after-all.
Cute new outfit - promise of European travel.
This, of course, has nothing to do w/improv...
That is all.