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That's where I am right now. In a nut house filled with music. Last week was tech. Now we're in the middle of previews which is basically the same amount of working hours (we have rehearsals during the day until we officially open), but a lot more sitting around on my butt... and listening to people warm up.
I wonder what's happening to my brain when a loud and sudden "OOOOOOOOooeeeeeeee OOOOOO" doesn't startle or surprise me.

That means I work backstage in theaters. Not movie theaters, Broadway and Off-Broadway theaters. Part of my job is seeing people come and go. Shows open and close. Audiences love and hate. Reviews break hearts and make careers. Sets go up and get torn down.
I've been doing it for 10+ years and with time I've become very well acquainted with hellos and goodbyes. That's just how it is. We, us theater-folk, have to be able to adapt pretty quickly. You'll never catch me shed a tear when another play closes.
But this time was a little different. The production was incredible and everyone was so proud of the work we did. During our final curtain call, I actually felt a pang of emotion. Weird.
So as I completely switch gears into a month of working on my photos, etc until the next show, I realize something else has switched. For the last few years I've been really worn out with theater. That's par for the course, everyone gets tired of what they do at some point. However, coming off such a remarkable production as this one has reminded me why I started theater in the first place.
We form miniature and temporary families all in the name of art. We work insane hours, actors pour out their emotions, technicians make sure everything is exactly the same every night, producers push, playwrights re-write and directors suffer sleepless nights until the show is a lock. Then suddenly, it's all over.
Just like that.
We're a special bunch of people, and I'm proud to be a part.

In my case, I'm actually kind of a troll. I sit directly under the stage (the trap room) and run the automation. Maybe it's more like wizard of oz...but troll is funnier and that way I can call the stagehands (like my buddy Carl) gremlins.
Actually, maybe I prefer flying monkeys.

Until then....I'm dreaming of going where ever this girl is going.
I wish she'd take me with her. I bet I could fit in one of those suitcases.

This is a view of all the rigging in the grid (above the stage) at Studio 54 in Manhattan. I thought you all might get a kick out of it.
I am also super impressed with his composition. He clearly put a lot of thought into this. Notice how all the cables and lines (including the I-Beams on the side) lead to the off center spot. Really draws in your eye right into where that light is shining.
Also love the contrasting horizontal lines of the floor. Just a superb photo. All I did was a little post-processing to bump it up (a small crop and a contrast boost).
Hope you enjoy!

Today I had a duh moment. Or I guess as Oprah calls it, an "ah-ha" moment. Either way, it means the same thing. Why am I struggling so hard to think of something to write when my favorite, most relaxing and most inspiring hobby is right at my finger tips?
So, until the creative writing bug comes back to me, which it will, I'll be concentrating on a photo a day. I won't be making this an official project, more like an official fall back for those days or weeks when I can't seem to make my fingers type.
Have I mentioned how much I love photography?
Well there, I mentioned it again.
This shot was taken at work in the dimmer room. That's the room that houses all the power for the lights, theater and as you can see, a number of other little things.
It's one of those hectic days around here. I have to go to work and then rush home to live blog the Emmys which should be a blast since I've never live blogged before and I'm sure it'll end up being ridiculously silly. So that means it's plug a fun artsy site Sunday as my brain can't tackle much more than that. Lucky for me, I found this gem this morning. It's Netflix Origami! I've always wondered what the heck I could do with all those leftover pieces of paper from my DVDs. I like to consider myself to be a little bit of a recycled junk crafter. However, in truth I have a bunch of crap in my apartment that I intend on doing something with but it'll probably just sit and gather dust for another year. Orginami though? I think I can handle that while I'm sitting idly at my desk, waiting for a blog post to show itself to me.
Plus, I can never seem to have enough boxes around my office to put more junk in, even if they are made of paper.
Anyhow, check out the site. There's instructions for all their little creations including the staple origami swan.

Or something like that...
Well if you've been paying attention, you already know my schedule changed and the fella returned (last night) so on top of my daily brain fritzing, I added a dash of chaos.
But enough with the excuses already. Can you tell what this picture is? When you think you know, mouse over the photo for the title.
I'm finding getting up close to the objects at work is far more interesting than I ever realized. There's literally a photo op with every step. Now that...is good times.
For more up close and personal shots with items at work, visit my flickr stream.
See that guy over there? The one with the shades and shaved noggin? That's my fella in case you haven't caught on to that already. He's returning home tonight after a 4 month job down south. We didn't get to visit at all (too pricey) so we haven't seen each other once since May.
We've done this before. Summer of '04 and '05, so it's really nothing new. When the fella and I got together, we knew there'd be times like this. It's how the theater business works. Sometimes you have to go where the work is (i.e. on tour or out of state).
In the beginning it was not okay, naturally. Of course, in the beginning I was totally neurotic and fresh out of college so the poor guy had to put up with a girl who was lost and still trying to figure out why she didn't have any studying to do or tests to take.
I also grew up with quite a temper. I like to say I'm passionate, which I am, but that's a bull excuse. The bottom line is, I used go from 0-60 in half a second, over nothing. To be fair, I warned him of this when we first started dating. I said "Oh yeah, I'm a blast now, buddy, but don't let me fool you. I am a handful".
Boy did I prove my point. No one ever tells you how effed up your brain can get when you finish college and you've been in school since you were 4. My mind completely fritzed. I suddenly had no idea what it was that I wanted and had no one to tell me what I was supposed to do. I had bills, toilet paper to buy and "Oh shit, I don't know how to cook."
I also suddenly had a TON of free time to waste on things like the internet and video games.
Thankfully we both survived. In fact, if it wasn't for him, I'd probably still be the crazy, neurotic and insanely temperamental person I once was.
Alright, I know I'm not fooling everyone, I'm still a little bit of all those things, but it's calmed down, I swear. SHUTUP!
He has taught me patience (as much as I can muster) and what it is to love unconditionally. I think he might have actually invented the term. I have put him through such hell and back that he's either the biggest pushover this side of the Mississippi or he actually loves me.
Okay, I could go on forever and ever with this ode to the fella, but here's why his coming home will benefit you guys....he may be a knight in shining armor sometimes but he's still a man and therefore, he is RIDICULOUS. I am certain I'll have some fun stories to share with you as we settle back into having to share a space. We're a 7 year old couple (come September) and we're not trying to fool ourselves. It's only a matter of time before things go back to normal.

Then when they're done rehearsing, I spring into action! I sweep! I vacuum! I lay carpet if needed! I wander around the stage aimlessly for a bit just to kill time and be in a different room.
Then they return and I go back to my hole filled with orange chairs and way too many snacks which always spoil my dinner. Fancy actors get snacks. It's an unwritten rule. We have a few fancy actors in this one so we have an entire table filled with chips, cookies, rice cakes, candy and chocolate licorice.
Chocolate licorice? GROSS! Surely there wasn't a shortage on regular old licorice?
Ever stick your nose in a bag of chocolate licorice? It smells like chocolate plastic.

Remember how I said I was going back to work and the days would be long and I'd never see the sun again and drama, drama, drama?
Turns out, I don't have any cues. This basically means there's really no reason for me to be at tech rehearsals and I am now a glorified janitor. All I have to do is sweep, mop, vacuum and maintain the set, then I am free to leave.
Funny how things work out, eh?
P.S. How do you teach a tissue how to dance? Put a little boogie in it!
That photo was taken from my office window during the INSANE storms we had the other day.

Last week, my boss called and told me they need me after all. This is not uncommon in the theater business, just one of the many reasons why I am sooooo over it. Things change on a dime, one day you have a job, the next you don't (and then you do), schedules are day by day and catastrophes happen all the time.
Draaaaaaammmaaa!
Here's the thing, once a show is up and running, with the exception of giving up any thought of a night time social life, it's pretty easy. You go in around 6:30 and come home whenever the show is over. Especially nice when you're running a 90 minute show which means I basically have a 4 hour work day. However, the getting there is hell.
Seriously, hell. That's what we call it. Cause that's what it is.
A 13 hour day is a short day. Also, it's a theater, there's no such thing as windows and sun so you can forget that. Add a tablespoon of drama and voila, you've got a group of people cooped up in a stuffy, dusty building for 13 hours running the same thing over and over and over and over and over until you get it right, for a week, and you got yourself a tech rehearsal.
But it doesn't stop there. Oh nooooo. Just when you think you're in the clear and you have your first preview audience, the rehearsals continue...every day...for almost a month. Hey, at least we're down to 10 hours.
You see, what happens is I go in knowing I have plenty of time to sit around on the computer and do my writing, flickring, twittering, drawing, everything that makes me happy (heaven). But after awhile, being stuck in that place really starts to get to you. Routines change, mindset darkens, absolute boredom sets in and you are surrounded by the same people day in and day out.
The bright side, I'll have a paycheck to support my creative habits. And by support my creative habits I mean relieve me of the "how will I pay the bills" stress.
However, no paycheck has the power to quiet the fear I have. The fear that I will slack off. The fear that I will get tired and lose touch with all the progress I've made here. The fear that I will wake up every morning annoyed. The fear that ideas will stop coming. On the other hand, the fear has struck such a cord that I refuse to let it take over.
*cue uplifting broadway tune*
This is me declaring that I will not slack off! I will continue to write, I will continue to take photographs, I will continue to not scan my drawings for the 365 project. I will come out of this job having only progressed further in my creative endeavors. I will NOT GIVE UP!
Okay, I gotta go wash the melodrama off. Thank jebus it's not a musical this time.
Today I got word that my job will probably not be needing me for the first show of the season, the one I was counting on to pay the rent. My immediate response was total relief, followed by surprise since my normal reaction would be total panic.
You hear a lot about people who quit jobs to persue their life's dream. I have it pretty good. I get a long break between shows so there's no reason to quit just yet, unless you include my lack of enthusiasm, and the 18 hour days for 3 weeks straight that keep me from doing the things I love. Then I start to fall slowly into a steaming pile of guilt. Then I get grumpy and no one likes to work with a grump. Nevermind the confidence I need to muster in order to make a decsion like that.
So here lies the pickle. Do I take it as some kind of sign that I should keep plugging away here on the blog and consider the extra couple of months as a blessing? Do I panic and find other work? Should I beg the fella to find some high paying gig and take care of little ol' me?
That last one was funny.
When am I being too hopeful? When do I need to be "realistic"? Maybe I am being realistic! Maybe I am supposed to take a longer break. Maybe I'm just over thinking the entire thing. Maybe I'm just telling myself what I want to hear.
I think the most important thing I have to keep in mind is how I reacted. Why is it that instead of total shock and disappointment, I felt more like I was freed from impending doom?
All I'm certain of is the happiness with what I'm doing right now. That's the point, isn't it? To really love what you do because we are what we do, right? Or did someone extremely wealthy coin that phrase?
I love being home. I love making my own schedule. I love my coffee, my desk, my books, my drawing. I love the struggle.
I do. I love to struggle. Not financially, but with my work. I need to work hard or I feel completely useless. All my young adult life, when I was being prepped for the real world, the number one thing I was told over and over is to be ready to work from the bottom. This excites me. I enjoy working for a higher goal. The difference now is that it's mine , not someone else's. As previously discussed, this is the hard part.
So what I have learned? I want to be my boss. Now if only my boss would tell me what to do next.
Okay, so I haven't blogged all week. Let me explain myself.
So my "day job" as you may already know, is being a theater technician. This used to mean load ins (putting up the set for a show) or load outs (taking down a set) and the occasional show to run. In the last two years I have been lucky enough to work for a venue rather than as a freelancer. This means that they keep me around as their "Deck Carpenter" to run shows backstage. I am ever so grateful because one of the hardest parts to being a theater tech are those weeks or months of no work at all. Now I'm fairly confident that every few months I'll be on a new show.
There is a lot to getting a show viewable for an audience, and this is by far the hardest part of any technicians job. Of course, the very first step doesn't involve me (unless I'm a stage manager which I do as well at times) which is the rehearsal process. This usually means the cast, director and stage managers are in a rehearsal hall somewhere, learning the script, blocking and choreographing while the set is being loaded into the theater. The next step to any show's life is the hardest, whether it lasts a day or a week. It's called "tech". Often referred to as hell week.
When running a regular, equity show, we can have up to 5 "10 out of 12s). Well, the 10 really only applies to the actors because they are under a certain contract where their time is limited. However, the techies often come in hours in advance to take care of notes and cleaning before the tech rehearsal begins.
What is technical rehearsal? It's when all the actors, designers, directors, stage managers and technicians join together for the first time and start to add all the technical elements to the show. What are the technical elements? Lights, sound, props, set pieces, costumes and sometimes pyrotechnics, sfx and a band. We pick up from the top of the show and usually hold every new pose the actors make for what seems like ages while the designers get all the lights right, sounds right, etc.
As an example, this current show I'm working on, Act I took 4 days and Act II took 2. We had 5 days of 10 out of 12s which meant we left at 1130. Then after that, we worked mostly the same hours but had to be released at 10pm
So as you can see....long days. From May 1st to today, we worked every day (except Monday) all day. I left my apartment around 10 every morning and got home around 1230am. It is truly exhausting and all we can do is hope and pray that audiences actually appreciate and enjoy the show we put so much time, love and drama into. Yeah, drama, I won't even bother getting into that now.
Just don't forget that all of us are in pretty tight quarters and forced to be around each other all day, every day except when we're home sleeping. Naturally there will always be someone who doesn't get along with someone else, then add the exhaustion/stress factor.
So anyhow, this is why every now and then, for about a week or maybe more, I completely fall of the radar. I do bring my computer with me to work which does allow me to do things like flickr, blog, etc, however, we all often find ourselves either waiting for a cue all day which means you can't get distracted, or so tired that doing something like typing up a blog entry sounds like climbing Mt. Everest.
So please forgive me every few months when I have to disappear like this. Granted, not every show is as difficult as this one, but most techs are just a pain in the ass, no matter how simple the show.
We're done with tech rehearsals now and had our first audiences this weekend for previews. BUT... until we open the show in June, we still have rehearsal every single day. So I'll still be at work every day, however it should be far less hectic.
Whew.
Oh, and check out the photo above to learn more!














