For my theater award, I was planning on once again working crew for some show this semester, but it turns out I have too many evening conflicts. At the suggestion of Jerry I joined the “paint crew.” I showed up today to learn that “paint crew” means “cleaning the paint table” and “building shit.” My soul broke a little when Kathryn and Mark were discussing my role and Mark said, “We trained you on tools, right?” I had to remind him that I worked for/with him (with tools) for 2 and a half years. Ouch.
Soul healed a little when Jack told me I look good in the shop, and Brian told me I was still one of his favorites. I’m just happy they remember who I am.
My roommate just landed her dream job. Now people keep asking me where I’m going to work. Yeeeeeep.