I’m at work. Such as it is…(This is a late edition)
The job is not difficult. We all know this, but I wonder about theater people. They’re not too bright, some of them or perhaps they’re just so self absorbed that common sense and common courtesy are foreign concepts to them. An example of this would be that when they arrive early for their booked room, they must remain in the hallway and this causes confusion for some of them. Why? Presumably because there are other patrons using the room. They would like to continue working until it is no longer their turn, as it were.
What happens? That smarmy ‘Oh, I’m a little early would it be possib…no? (feigned heartbreak) Oh. Thanks’. I hate that.
OR, this is my absolute favorite: a gaggle of theater types congregate around in the halls and speak at the top of their lungs about their lives, their likes, dislikes and of course themselves (I should have written ‘theyselves’ but that would have only amused me). When I walk over to them, the terror quickly comes to their eyes…a 6′ black woman. She must mean to do us harm. (It really never ceases to amaze me) I even wrote a little note and tacked it up on the board in the hallway—rather clever as well, quoting Aimee Mann by saying, ‘Hush, hush…keep it down now, voices carry’ and nada…these folks are insane.
Really?
They don’t get it and I don’t have the patience.
But, yet again…it’s fodder for my blog and while I’ve become curmudgeonly lately (let’s blame it on my impending menses) it’s still a gas to complain about people and then reel myself back in.
I am employed. I am happy about that. It’s not a corporate gig.
Whoo hoo! I’d once said that I would blow Hitler not to have to work in a corporate environment again and lookee here…see?
Wait for it–win/win.
Much like Jerry Seinfeld, I usually break even. Who could ask for anything more?