Headset Day

By far the highlight of my day was when Julia handed me a big, bulky black headset and a box and said, "toggle that button and we can show you what real theater is." Finally, the real fun begins. Tech for me is boring as hell - I basically sit around and screw around on my computer for hours, with the five minute interlude of taking notes every hour or so. I run coffee. I make people laugh. I take a lot of crap. Take notes for a minute, then talk more crap with Grant. Today I brought a ray of sunshine by playing some Justin Timberlake in our five minutes of stand-around-do-push-ups-and-yoga time (clearly I was doing neither of those things). But if I have a voice in my ear telling me snarky things about the actors and other crew, talking about all the crazy stories and stuff, then I'll enjoy this process a lot more. I'm already more amused just by hearing the way they interact, finding out about the way things go behind the scenes.

I filled out the Bean and Bean application today, so I figure I'll go in tomorrow a little before call at 2 and try to charm the socks off of them. If that fails, I seem to have charmed the socks off of the 3LD guys (who printed out the application and the resume for me), who gave me the names of ten different likely coffee shops and a lot of places to go. The thing that stresses me out about the job situation is the fact that I'm trying to come home for a week from the end of June to the beginning of July. But if I buy a Tuesday to Tuesday ticket, for instance, and then they make the schedules on Monday to Monday and can't accommodate me, what happens then? But on the flip side, the tickets are only getting more expensive every day. Oy. Making decisions when my post-June 6th world seems like a completely dark void as far as I'm concerned? Not fun.

A couple of times in the dress and tech rehearsals for the last few days, the musicians have gotten out of sync, which naturally reminded me of a 30 Rock episode. Remember the one where Jenna explains backhanded compliments to Kenneth? She says, "I can never watch American Idol because I have perfect pitch."

Just like yesterday, my guest is going out and seeing all those amazing things, spending hours and hours walking all over the city while I'm locked inside. I know he doesn't mind - really, it's more that I mind not being able to go see things with him. Oh well. Simon and Julia have asked me for a couple of days now, "what have you guys been doing?" Nothing. I don't have the time, and once he gets back from his miles-long treks, he doesn't have the energy. It's honestly strange how nine hours at the theater wears me out as much or more than nine hours at the coffee shop did.

He was actually really thoughtful and brought Simon and I coffee after planning his travels at Bean and Bean (Simon: "aww, tell him he's a sweetie."). He texted me asking if I would come out to meet him just minutes after I got asked onstage by the director and told to sit under a sheet of plastic while they shone lights in my face and projected onto me for a while. So I spent fully ten minutes being bossed around while the poor guy stood behind the video booth holding coffee in his hands with a confused look on his face. I was more just annoyed that I was consigned to doing someone else's bitch work rather than Simon's. Come on, people. I'm a one-master kind of girl.