Awfully Queit for a Saturday

Saturday is our Friday at the theatre...one last day before the weekend. Most people tend to be in high spirits, looking forward to the days off...even if they feel as though they are dragging from a long work week. The shop full usually erupts with music, bubbly laughter and enthusiastic conversation.

Not so today. We've hit the mid-season slump. The first three shows are up and running and the designers for the next two do not arrive until Tuesday. Contracts for the first have of the season have ended...there's been a slow exodus of people leaving. Some for a few days hiatus before the work load builds back up, others for good.

Today I think we have the smallest staff to date. Myself, a first hand, the shop supervisor and the milliner are all who are present. Wigs and our dyer are enjoying an extra few days off in Chicago, the crafts master took today off to go camping with his family, the draper likewise took off for some similar quality time. And in a nasty turn of events, the design assistant for the next show was rushed to the hospital last night. My car-pool buddy and I were surprised to see the shop manager stop by our corner to retrieve us this morning...and saddened when we discovered why our usual driver was unable to pick us up this morning.

Quiet. Quiet. Quiet.

I wish I had an actual project or two to work on. I've already run through the list of tasks left me...and I've exhausted the personal projects I had stacked up...Ross' jeans, some jewelry, altering my wedding dress pattern...all done.

So cleaning. Not only is is deathly quiet in the shop with only 4 people about, but I'm sequestered away from everybody pairing up and labeling boots. Dusty, dirty, hot and sweaty. And I forgot my I-pod so I have nothing to break the silence with.

Cleaning isn't as much a burden as I make it sound...however, on your own...the hours drag by.

Still. Tis my Friday. And I've a full two days off with wedding planning and what not.