Chaos Attraction

Some People Call Me Maurice

2022-08-31, 8:50 p.m.

It's Moving Day here, because in this town every single lease runs out August 31 and starts September 1. i was "awoken" at 6:30 a.m. by vacuuming. Which is still going on. But since these neighbors were the ones with the noisy whatever-it-was-possibly-sex going on for an hour for weeks on end starting at 5:30 a.m. and the occasional terrible fights, I'm fine with it. Flee, flee.

I'm so sick of the international clientele. My new coworker was handling one of them at the dead last minute before we did ordering again (which means we're out of time to really argue the point, but she certainly tried) and he decided to not pay extra money to save his precious, but he really really really really needs it!!!!...and didn't even fucking put a full and complete address, because his country (Black Hole Of Mail Country AGAIN) requires a postal code and he didn't bother to give one and we can't look them up for him via Google.. But he wrote it in his language, which isn't English letters and we can't even use that. SUPER HELPFUL. I know people get to choose to make their shitty, shitty choices that shoot themselves in the foot, but that means we'll have to deal with him AGAIN in two months when he still hasn't gotten it and he's crying and sad and needs it ASAP and now will have to pay EVEN MORE RIDICULOUSLY EXPENSIVE MONEY to get another one. I'm so sick of this and this is my life until I die or get fired.

No news on you-know-what, which isn't good. I think they're interviewing the top 2 and not telling me unless one of the top 2 falls through, because I am crap. I wave my white flag of surrender and giving up. Either way, if they want a last minute interview in the next two days I don't think I can get out of work to do one AND I have to submit my timesheet tomorrow, so... effed. Whatever. I have to accept that this is my life without a reasonable opportunity to escape.

Other than that, I just proofread addresses all day long. I did have to submit my vacation time requests, I asked for the last two weeks of December off again and one half day to go see The Book Of Mormon (alone, not even asking anyone who might want to see it). I got most of that but got told I have to stay in the office for one of them. Oh well, whatever.

Yesterday's travel logistics have now been worked out FINALLY. Going to Milpitas for dinner since Mom vetoed the other "halfway" locations of Oakland and Fremont. Both Mom and Jackie agree on El Torito and the menu online says they have flautas, so I'm good. I wish she'd stop watching TV news. I think this shoots me out of gong home Saturday night, sigh, but that was a long shot anyway. I am now tired of hearing about all of this.

Singing lesson: today Morgan decided she wanted to delve into chest voice today, so we started "As Long As He Needs Me." (I note she is auditioning for that part in Stockton since apparently they don't have belters down there for it and she has good odds.) I watched a Patti LuPone version, then copied Morgan singing because the stupid sheet music LITERALLY LEFT OFF LIKE A LOT OF THE LYRICS, THE FUCKING HELL, and I had to copy her to kind of get it, then she had me listen to another version online to sing along to, which went better.

I guess I'm doing pretty well here? Quotes from her on this one:

"Vibrato comes once your voice is balanced," and I'm pretty comfortable with head voice, "surprisingly," but the lower register is breathy/not connected.
"Allow yourself to sound like a man."
She said this song is the hardest/lowest lead in history. (Or one of them? I forget exactly.) "Give me a true alto that can sing THIS!"
"I like to challenge my students."
"You're doing great, actually!" (me: "this is about the only area in life where I'm doing great, apparently...")
"If anybody is going to cheerlead you, it's going to be me." Awwww!


Rehearsal: first full run through of the entire show. First act an hour 18 minutes, second act, 50 minutes. (Steve: "I got some good news and no bad news.") Good job, y'all! "This could be shorter than Joseph." Overall pretty well, albeit people need to learn lines/lyrics and seriously I think we need to practice the cups.

Tomorrow they practice microphones (again, not my problem) and making us dance with platters, which I do not look forward to. (Kimmie was all "do not fling them, throw them like Frisbees...."). There was a lecture on how NOT to hold them (not like you're a waitress at a diner) and whatever do we do about adapting the dance moves? I pointed out that I have just been holding it in the same position the entire time (like you're serving it) and not really doing full arm movements with the platter arm. They may all have to do that.

Felicia put the wine bottle on tonight. I don't think she was enjoying it as much. "It's very hot," and head needed adjusting and she can't move it so much, and the legs are a bit cramped...hm, yeah, glad this is not my issue.

I walked in to see Jared and Ryan brawling, which was fun. (Stage practice, obviously, but fun to say).

Other Steve who plays Maurice continues to win the shirt game, coming in with the "Some People Call Me Maurice" shirt that Jean also owns. He said he has another "dad bod" tank top for tomorrow.

Quotes:

Kimmie: On the baskets being stored on a high shelf. "Ask someone tall to get them for you." Jean (actress, 5'1) immediately points at Julia (5'10 1/2).
"I know there's plates and knives and beasts."
On the magic mirror(???): "It had a water buffalo in it." I'm not sure if the mirror they had tonight is the actual one or not.

Jan has two different socks on. "I have the same pair at home!"

Rachelle, trying to grab onto the top of Gaston since the other girls got his leg and middle: "I can't get up that tall."

Steve: Steve starts staring at the West Wing stone wall and once again said, "Can someone fix the penis?" Everyone proceeded to argue with him that this time, nobody actually sees a penis and none of the long skinny rocks are matched with rock testicles.
Steve: "Very good act 2." Rachelle: "What about act 1?" (No answer.)
"Jared, I liked the mimed listening."
Jan asks if we have rakes or torches (mostly torches). Steve on what you do with them: "What you do is you bury the rakes in Kat's head."

Sherilyn: "The crying was really funny."

Jean on Kimmie: "If she sees you eating in costumes, you don't want to see THAT side of her."


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