localfreak: avatar which I have used as mine since scarboard days 10 years ago (Default)
IT IS DONE.

I have gone to my watery death clutching my bundle of sad twigs and weeds for the last time.

It's actually incredibly hard to post a coherent narrative about putting on a show. How on earth can one person put the hours of sweat and tears and laughter and terror into a few lines and link them all together? Perhaps there can only ever be summaries.

I think I probably explained in a previous post why after a pretty successful first night our subsequent run had to be postponed due to our Hamlet's injuries. He lost his looks for the performance, but will be having reconstructive surgery at the end of the month and didn't need serious rhinoplasty as the bone was okay so that's something. He of course gave an excellent performance the past few nights.

I really enjoyed myself. There is a magic in theatre that I don't think can every really be verbalised or quantified. It goes something like:

a script
a group of people
MAGIC
a show

it's been true for me since I first thundered heavily onto the wooden staging as the grumpy innkeeper in a comedic retelling of the nativity story, age eight (I can still remember one kid, Joanne, who was one of the wise men, her eyes enormous in her head as I hollered like the king lion in Bedknobs and Broomsticks "ROUND THE BACK" in her face. She got her revenge a few years later, playing the vicious lawyer for the prosecution as I, as Toad of Toad Hall, cowered in the dock). Even in high school with a class full of drug addicts, stoners and bullies the same format works when the Magic comes. Suddenly the world is a different place,people who hate you suddenly behave as friends -for the length of the show at least everyone works in a kind of harmony for the bigger picture.

Of course there were some hairy moments in the run as a whole, a handful of dropped lines here and there, different every night but these were minor and really to be expected. A play as long as Hamlet (even with our necessary edits) is like a human organism, born newly each night with different flaws and wrinkles within the same overall shape.

I'm satisfied. I met my cues. I got my lines. If I can no longer successfully cry on cue I hope I managed to give enough of an impression of Ophelia's grief and confusion without that.

Next year: The Crucible

I'm going to go from timid and heartbroken flower to vengeful and seductive psychopath. MWAHAHAHA I can't wait!
localfreak: avatar which I have used as mine since scarboard days 10 years ago (Default)
It has been an eventful couple of days for yours truly.

On Thursday I was at a day-long 'assessment centre' interview for a job in the library where I currently work- our office (Education) shares a kitchen with the Library staff and we share photocopiers etc so I already know the people who work there very well. This new assessment centre process was very nerve-wracking though as it's all based on scores- and it wasn't just the current library people doing the scoring.

Cut for details )

I came out feeling really gloomy, like I'd just messed it up too much. Imagine my suprise then when they rang me later that evening and OFFERED ME THE JOB.

*cue flailing and hyperventilating*

Yeah! So, I'm off for a few days on leave anyway but when I get back in I'm going to have to start thinking handover and such. It's kind of sad because there are quite a few bits of my current job I enjoy doing and will really REALLY miss (and also feel very protective over like 'someone might come and FUCK IT ALL UP because they don't understaaaand') but really it's a practical move. I like the library, there's actual room for progression and further skills, and it's more money for something that will, quite frankly, be marginally less responsibility overall. (Or if I am wrong about that I'll at least be being paid to have responsibility rather than just...having to do it anyway!)

So yes. Exciting. Terrifying. Mum thinks it's awesome I might get to train to be a librarian and may need regular de-clawing (she thinks the librarians are the BEST THINGS ABOUT NIGHT VALE EVER).

Yesterday was my first day off which was spent quietly with Mum looking for a replacement teapot (she dropped it and it smashed on the morning of my interview which I thought rather foreboding) and then puppy-sitting as Auntie Irene has gone to Crufts. Took Fern and Snoopy on a big long walk around the park to keep them out of Nanny's hair for a bit and tire them out and then in the afternoon I got the train to see my Uncle, and we went out to see The Snake in the Grass at Southport's Little Theatre. I didn't know the plot at all and tried not to look up much about it beforehand for feat of spoilers. commentary under the cut for spoilers )

It was all very enjoyable to watch and I certainly hope that if they do any more my Uncle fancies going to I'll get to go with him. I got this chance on happenstance as his brother, who he would otherwise have asked, is in Chicago for work. I hope I proved a suitable enough companion that we shall get to go again.

This morning Mum has taken Nanny out food shopping and I have cheerfully volunteered to stay behind, eat porridge and clean the bathroom. I've done the first so now I'm off to the second task. Urg. But I'd rather be cleaning than shopping! Am puppy sitting again today so will be taking the hounds out later for a long trot weather permitting.

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