Think it;s been a while? So here are some updates:
The furniture has settled, and although I can;t use the second end table, everything looks good and I am very satisfied. Once Sara looked at it and said it looked good, I relaxed. Of course, I am probably never goinbg to use it because I never get out of my room, and I don;t entertain, but hey...it's the thought.
The cats had to be evacuated for three days because they were doing walkthroughs at my complex. I thought I could hide them in my bedroom but I did not want to take any chances of them being found by being heard. So I decided to take them to my mom's house this Monday afternoon. The car ride was interesting as they catterwailed the ENTIRE ride and shed their fur from nervousness. We get tom y mom;s house. They are apprehensive. One cat got acclamated fairly well, the other started hissing and meowing and hid. My mom;s cat hissed and darted out of the house. I hated leaving them there, but I had to. I go back to get them last night and one was running around, and the other was still hiding and hissed when I picked him up. The car ride back home was interesting again and now they are back. Now here is the interesting part, I was home when they did the walkthrough. Here is what it consisited of:
Me: Hey, come on in!
Them: Thanks!
One hangs around the kitchen counter, the other checks the firdge, check the bathroom--and by check, I mean looks--- and then they leave. I think the walkthrough was a cover up for something else. Conspiracy theory anyone?
Rotunda and the Bitch Boy got in trouble it seems. I found out last week that the police report that was filed on the 13th was miswritten and reported all the damage except for the noise. My luck! So I spent a week trying to convince the front office it was misfiled and then finally called the major and got him to send a revised report. So that was good. What also helped was that last Saturday I had called the front office to come over and listen to the disturbance. Naturally, when she gets there the noise stops. However, she went upstairs called them on it and reported it in their file. Well...it gets better. A week goes by. I go into the office on a Saturday and find out that they were slapped with a 7-day illegal occupancy notice. Their nephew lives there with them, altho they were trying to pass him off as visiting. He is mentally retarded and was biting children at the pool, one of the managers followed him home and he lives..right...above me. So they are just getting all these things slapped on them. I just oe this leads to them leaving.
And the kicker... Side Show is going great. I LOVE the cats and the director and I am NEVER going back to community theatre unless I can help it. Not to knock it, but I love the process and the professionalism of equity. Now here is the kicker. Sometimes I have the best luck but at the WORST possible moments. I am typing away for my blog atr 10:30 p.m. and I get a phone call. Of course, I screen my calls and the machine picks up:
Bob: Hi. This is Bob from The Players of Sarasota. I got your name from James Ashford from Florida Studio Theatre. I am calling for Fadi. F-A-D-I
Me: Who the hell is calling from a theatre this late?Hello?
Bob: Hi Fadi. This is blah blah blah. I got your name from blah blah. We are in rehearsal for Cabaret and we just lost our Emcee and I was wondering if you would be interested in filling in?
Me: This can't be for real! Okay.
what ensues is a conversation about the show and my knowledge of it
Me: So when would you like me to come audition?
Bob: No. We want you play the part for us?
Me: Whatchu talking about, Willis? Oh? this is too good to be true. What is the catch? I explain about Side Show When does the show run?
Bob: November 1st through the 11th.
Me: FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am so sorry, but I won;t be able to do the show. Why? WHY? WHYYYYYYYYYYYY?
Bob: Well, I'm sorry you won;t be able to do the show...
And I proceed to offer him my help in finding someone. This just sucks. The Emcee is on my list of parts I want to play and I have been waiting for a LONG time for this. And, yeah, I coudl drop out of Side Show. Professionally, playing the Emcee versus ensemble would be great. Politically, I would be pissing off people based in New York who could be potential directors in the future. I hate this game. I LOVE the show and working it, but I also am dying to do Cabaret. WHY DAMMIT? But form what Jason Tucker tells me, I am not the only one who had to sacrifice a great opportunity. I am trying to rationalize it to myself by saying that it is in Sarasota, and they couldn;t really pay me anyway. And it is kind of nice to know that he called me sight unseen and voice unheard to do the part from someone who I don;t even know. That is the eerie part. And I hate having to say not ot all the people who have been calling recently, but I also understand that I am IN a show and I can;t say anything but "no." It;s not like I am telling them to "Fuck off!" This gives me hope that I could work steadily in the field. Or am I deluding myself. I can;t wait to get out of school!!!!!!!!!
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