I'm so flexible I can kiss my own ass...
So don't make me stick my foot up yours.
Seriously. Why is it that the people who actually do their jobs are the ones who have to be flexible and bend over backwards for everyone else? I'm tired of this theatre planning fittings whenever they want 5 to 10 minutes before the fitting. I'm tired of showing up early only to sit around twiddling my thumbs until the late comers show up so we can begin rehearsal. I'm tired of other areas of the show (like...I don't know...actors knowing their lines) being so far beyond repair that the artistic director feels the need to nit pick my shit because I do give a shit and I'll consider fixing it to the best of my abilities. As opposed to seemingly everyone else (particularly the production manager) who will throw a hissy fit, swear it's not their problem and then not do anything about it.
And the sad thing is, the level of theatre here, the expectations, are so far below what I'm used to that seeing others dropping the ball like this on top of it all eats at my soul. At times I wonder why I bother...
Seriously. Why is it that the people who actually do their jobs are the ones who have to be flexible and bend over backwards for everyone else? I'm tired of this theatre planning fittings whenever they want 5 to 10 minutes before the fitting. I'm tired of showing up early only to sit around twiddling my thumbs until the late comers show up so we can begin rehearsal. I'm tired of other areas of the show (like...I don't know...actors knowing their lines) being so far beyond repair that the artistic director feels the need to nit pick my shit because I do give a shit and I'll consider fixing it to the best of my abilities. As opposed to seemingly everyone else (particularly the production manager) who will throw a hissy fit, swear it's not their problem and then not do anything about it.
And the sad thing is, the level of theatre here, the expectations, are so far below what I'm used to that seeing others dropping the ball like this on top of it all eats at my soul. At times I wonder why I bother...
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posted by Unknown at
5:55 PM
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Because the Sam Fromm we all know and love has STANDARDS, even if everyone else doesn't. And that's why we love her. :)
The next time someone shows up late for their fitting, I seriously think you should say "SORRY, as of right now you're wasting my time, you have to reschedule. Next time maybe you'll be on time, douche." Only leave out the douche part. And then, if the director gets on you for being behind or late, you can calmly point out that YOU were there at the agreed-upon time and if he has a problem, maybe he needs to get on other people. It sucks being the mature adult of the group, but apparently these people need someone to show them how it's done. Yeah.
diane just listened to me give the same accessment of my work place.fortunatelyat this end of my career i don't have to care but damn it someone should. all that makes it bearable is keeping your standards up and not playing games. at some point you'll be the only one who knows where you are and how to get the others to catch up. and yes someone will know you cared.
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