Discombobulated

Back to work. Back to work. At least I can sort of ease back to work. The last few weeks has been harried to say the least...funeral, flights, Christmas, packing, moving, cleaning, visiting overtime with friends before they move, the power outage...

But back to work. Yes on a Sunday. I find it easier to slip back into the mode without the rest of the staff around to pester and prod. With the power going out as it did two days ago, one never knows what one will be walking into upon returning to work. Thankfully, I encountered little. The auditorium floor still reeks with its new coat of varnish. The roof seemed relatively leak free. No puddles greeted me on the floor and no mass of soggy wet damaged goods could be found about the shop. It appeared the only damage was a downed internet connection.

Between shows and with no one around I could set myself about restocking the first half of the season's costumes. Plus an assortment of other items collected along the way. And then over to the theatre to begin strike on the last show. The stink of sweat was pungent...the clothes hang untouched since the last performance on Tuesday. Smell aside...laundry is a nice, leisurely job task that allows for ample time online or behind a sketch pad. Tomorrow is likely more of the same...only I'll have a co-worker or two to talk to.

It still feels odd...in all the activity of the last few weeks, it's as if Christmas never came around....