Captain’s Log 5,923
I went back to work and entered one of the biggest shit storms ever. It was truly disappointing. I am angry and very sad. I cannot go into details, but it was one of the worst. Every time I go away, things are in a mess when I return. It’s enough to make me not want to leave because I can at least monitor the ill tides when I am physically present. But that is SO not fair to me. I got stupid emails and texts while I was on vacation. Every time my phone buzzed I got an anxious knot in my stomach.
But I have to leave. I did some soul searching last night and have reached the decision that I must make an exit plan for that place. It is just too much for me to handle. I hope to meet with the board president on Monday to develop a timeline for my departure. Enough is enough. The average life span of this job is 3-4 years. I have been there 5.5 as the director and 4 years before that I worked as the events/marketing/assistant director. There are projects I would like to finish, but if push comes to shove, I can leave in a week. I can leave in a day. I have no problem walking away. I am fed up. I am tired. A job should have some element of fun. This one has become an albatross.
To ease my worried soul, I went to a tech rehearsal to watch Friend Sally’s perform the role of Lenny in Crimes of the Heart. Tech rehearsals are punctuated with stops and false starts because the tech people are fine tuning their cues, etc. As a director, I think they are fun to watch.
Imagine my surprise when watching the pantyhose scene right at the beginning of the show. An quite ample actor is supposed to wiggle into a pair of pantyhose that are obviously too small. I personally think ALL pantyhose are too small, but I digress.
Anyway….she wiggled into the pantyhose with lots of jumping and gyrating (using her dress as a shield the same way guys use towels when they wiggle out of their wetsuits at the beach). Then, she sat down on a chair facing the audience and set her feet wide apart on the floor. She then proceeded to pick up the edge of her dress and use it to fan her legs. She picked it WAY up.
Lo and behold, she was not wearing underpants or dance pants…..just the pantyhose. I was sitting second row center and was subjected to full-on twattage! I could hear one of the stage managers in the back yelling NO NO NO, but she didn’t pay the stage manager any mind. She just continued to let it all blow in the breeze.
Yes, there were men sitting in the audience. There were men at the tech table. All of us saw the twat show. For me, I would have DIED to find out I had just fully exposed myself to a room of about 15 people. Somebody obviously told her and she seemed to take it in stride. I would have probably put a large brown paper bag over my head.
So, you just never know when you are going to see something like that. Could be anywhere, anytime, with anyone. The stars were certainly lined up in a curious way for those of us in that theatre last night.