Xzilenifo

Alright. This account is pretty dead (all I do is comment on people's stuff, anyway. Woo for lack of talent) but I'm getting sick of reading my emo shit from two years ago. So. New journal entry. That is all.

So, the musical ended tonight. For the past four weeks, I have ate, slept, and breathed "Gypsy" lighting. I think we ended up doing a pretty good job on it. But that's about where the good ends. I can't help shake the terrible, terrible feeling that I am MUCH worse off now then when I began this project. Most of my interns have been stolen; my reputation has been shot to hell, I have been repeadetly humiliated and insulted, and I have been pushed to the very brink of my sanity. Any authority I had has been overstepped so much that it is now more or less non-existent; and any respect i was given has been lost. I have no doubt in my mind tha

So, interesting day today. The stage manager calls me at 1:00 and tells me I need my crew at the theater by 4. I call my crew, and I can only get two guys to show up on such short notice. We show up four, and the actors are still running stuff, but I figure they'd be done soon enough. So we wait. And wait. And play a few hands of deuces. After an hour and a half, I send my crew home. I stick it out myself for another half hour, at which point I learn that the guy they have doing light design they "weren't sure" was going to come. Excuse me? Yeah, my day sucked.