"FINE. I GIVE UP."
2019-05-15, 10:29 p.m.
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I had A Moment at work today.
Our public open hours close an hour before the end of the workday (i.e. so people can actually get shit done). When I used to sit closer to the front door, if I went out the door around 4-4:15 I’d get bothered by people who got there late and wanted to turn their forms in.
It’s been a while since this was an issue, so when I stupidly opened the front door to go pee at 4:05, I came across a girl literally ON HER KNEES BEGGING (or possibly about to try to shove a giant pile of papers under the door, unsure which). And all I could think was:
(a) “Goddammit I have to go to the bathroom.”
So I snarled, “FINE, I GIVE UP,” snatched the papers out of her hand and closed the door.
I went to my coworkers and told this story (they were amused and one wanted a photo of me begging on my knees) and then found out that apparently someone had told a bunch of people their deadline was today or else and then oh, wait, never mind, it’s fine to turn it in by Friday.
I then attempted to go to the bathroom and guess who was in there. With more questions. Because she wanted to include one more paper in the pile and could she just...come back again later with that paper? Or should I just grab her pile back and give it to her? Oh hell, I don’t fucking know. I think with the giant amount of evidence she turned in she’d probably be fine, and said so, but if she had questions, email the people who actually deal with this stuff since I no longer do any more.
And I of course apologized and said I really had to pee, and then finally did so.
I would probably whoppingly get in trouble for this except my boss was out the door. The girl might tattle on me for all I know--she made sure to get my name, ‘nuff said--but on the other hand, I gave her what she wanted.
Second dress rehearsal in the venue tonight! Made it through the whole thing again, too.
There will not be a walk-up buffet like we thought, or two rows, the caterers will serve everyone personally. Another thing I have to keep track of. To quote Linda, “Anyone who wants FOOD food...” well, we’re not being rationed off to have cheaper meals after all, we can eat what we want. If we have time. Good luck with that.
There will be fake dollar bills handed out for the Dollar Dance.
Linda keeps switching what I am supposed to be waving around in the air during the Champagne Ceremony. First I had my own sparkly baton, then it was “use this large flashlight” (which was a bit injurious when I have to bow multiple times and flash someone in the face--the script says “sparklers” but no one seems to be getting that), now at the end of today she’s all “use a small flashlight.” Also, due to Vinnie being Vinnie, we’re just going to have me do all the champagne pouring.
I also have to get the cake out--Linda wants it hidden but it has to be kind of picked up on the tray and wrestled through the hallway before it can come out. Today’s cake (a few small pieces and a knife are being hidden at the bottom of a fake cake) “was a pudding” by the time we actually got to rehearsing that, so those have to sit in a fridge and be put in manually as well.
I made a set of flashcards that are all spiral bound for Vinnie to check his lines on (he also has flashcards but his are loose...which seems to be causing him difficulty). Even when I’m having him use those, he is skipping every other card and still having problems, sigh. He doesn’t want to be prompted every time but it seems like a lot of the time we have to...I can say that he knows the lines and/or what he’s going to make up, but getting it all in the right order is a problem.
We were debating how people will know the play is over--in the scriptbook the characters get into cars and leave, but we’re not doing that on the second floor of a building. We decided not to take any bows or anything, just to walk around and say thanks for coming.
The ending with Tina missing her dad is surprisingly touching. I am getting a little choked up.
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