Slacking
My failure to post a blog entry now and again has nothing to do with a lack of topics to brooch, so much as a lack of interest in writing recently. For that, dear followers, I apologize.
My first month back at this theatre is quickly coming to a close. We begin tech for the first one next week...to be followed each week by another show until the first three are up and running. Often this means a flurry of activity to catch up and cram in last minute fittings. Instead, a calm settles over the shop. Just enough work with just enough people and supervisors who make sure everything needed is readily available.
But, as it is the week before tech, I am spending a lot of time in each focusing solely on soles. New shoes, old shoes...almost every shoe to touch the stage needs to have a new sole of dance rubber adhered to the old sole to prevent slippage on our outdoor stage. In previous seasons the designs assistants were in charge of such a task, which made little sense to many of us given the assistant's busy schedule of reining in their designers and the frequency with which crafts ended up re-do a hap-hazard job. In my two years absence an intern was hired exclusively for this job. But alack, the budget crunch and less demanding season caused that position to be cut. Now the task falls to me.
Not that I mind too terrible much...roughing up the old soles with a medieval looking rasp is fairly cathartic. And using toxic adhesives is almost a joy here, where I am provided not only a spray booth with proper ventilation, but a respirator and gloves appropriate to the chemicals I am using. Small things make me happy, really.
Outside of work I head to the local bar once a week for dinner and to watch co-workers throw darts. Other days a waste far too much time on the computer at my pleasant little home-stay. On more productive evenings I manage to cross things off of the ever growing wedding to-do list. And tonight for a change of pace I joined a few other co-workers on a hike at Governor Dodge State Park...a 6.8 mile trail in roughly an hour and 31 minutes. I wish I had brought my camera along...the meadows and lake were a sight to behold at twilight.
Perhaps that is all the excuse I need to drag a willing (or unwilling) victim on a hike later in the summer.
My first month back at this theatre is quickly coming to a close. We begin tech for the first one next week...to be followed each week by another show until the first three are up and running. Often this means a flurry of activity to catch up and cram in last minute fittings. Instead, a calm settles over the shop. Just enough work with just enough people and supervisors who make sure everything needed is readily available.
But, as it is the week before tech, I am spending a lot of time in each focusing solely on soles. New shoes, old shoes...almost every shoe to touch the stage needs to have a new sole of dance rubber adhered to the old sole to prevent slippage on our outdoor stage. In previous seasons the designs assistants were in charge of such a task, which made little sense to many of us given the assistant's busy schedule of reining in their designers and the frequency with which crafts ended up re-do a hap-hazard job. In my two years absence an intern was hired exclusively for this job. But alack, the budget crunch and less demanding season caused that position to be cut. Now the task falls to me.
Not that I mind too terrible much...roughing up the old soles with a medieval looking rasp is fairly cathartic. And using toxic adhesives is almost a joy here, where I am provided not only a spray booth with proper ventilation, but a respirator and gloves appropriate to the chemicals I am using. Small things make me happy, really.
Outside of work I head to the local bar once a week for dinner and to watch co-workers throw darts. Other days a waste far too much time on the computer at my pleasant little home-stay. On more productive evenings I manage to cross things off of the ever growing wedding to-do list. And tonight for a change of pace I joined a few other co-workers on a hike at Governor Dodge State Park...a 6.8 mile trail in roughly an hour and 31 minutes. I wish I had brought my camera along...the meadows and lake were a sight to behold at twilight.
Perhaps that is all the excuse I need to drag a willing (or unwilling) victim on a hike later in the summer.
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