Head First

January I hit the ground running again. That always snaps me back into production mode. Finishing up the high school touring show...easy...wigs and bowling shirts. Taking as huge of a bite as I can out of Tempest, starting with the design presentation to the actors and a day of measurement taking. A makeup workshop my first Saturday back...hard to believe it's been seven months since I cracked open my makeup kit to play. I've missed teaching that class...

And perhaps a bit prematurely...a full week of workshops for the next season here. I'm glad the theatre is motivated to get the creative juices flowing (recently the well has seemed tapped dry. No that's not it...stagnant is more like it...)

But premature. As they have yet to extend any formal offers to any of the new design staff. The powers that be on the creative team already have it in their head whose designing what. But no one has actually agreed to come back. And they haven't made any monetary offers. They haven't looked into the budgets for next year. They're setting themselves up for the same problem they had coming into this season--the costumer pulled out after finishing the first resident show and half way through the tour...not to mention about three weeks into the design process for the show I ended up taking on. It left a mess for me and my co-worker to sort through. It put my co-worker in a losing situation right from the start.

Don't get me wrong...I've already decided I'm sticking it out. Which means kissing a summer back on the mainland goodbye.

Maybe I'm just feeling a bit Jerry Maquire-esque

SHOW ME THE MONEY!