and it's raining.

[kaydeefalls]

Seriously, this week can go die in a fire. And take next week with it. My show goes into tech this weekend, and this week has just been an endless string of problems and petty annoyances and stress, and it's only going to continue getting worse. I never quite appreciated the importance of a good production manager until I found myself stuck on a massive show with the most incompetent PM in all existence. Communication is at a fucking standstill and shit is not getting done and wires are getting crossed all over the place. My fight choreographer isn't responding to my e-mails, several of my actors are chronically late or unprepared, another is overbearingly obnoxious, my director is still unable to give a yes or no answer to very simple questions, and my ASM is a nice kid but not very experienced which means I'm still having to shoulder a lot of additional responsibilities that he should be taking care of, and...stuff. Lots and lots and lots more stuff. I very sincerely want to die. Or at least curl up under my covers and sleep for a month or so until it all goes away.

And I still need to find a roommate, but I've pretty much exhausted fannish resources, which means Craigslist, and I just can't fucking cope with that right now.

Basically, nothing is beautiful and everything hurts.

Comments

[pocketmouse]

Everyone I know in DC wants someone else to move in with them, no one wants to move themselves.

Did the PM give you the wrong GCal? Is that what I heard today?

[kaydeefalls]

Just my luck, yeah. :/

YES. She has never shared the GCal that everyone else uses with me, which is why none of my edits to the schedule ever made it to, say, the TD.

[pocketmouse]

I just don't understand how she's still working there. Most of my contact's been through KJ, which is lucky, I guess. I thought KJ was the PM at first.

[msilverstar]

sounds hellish, I hope it gets at least a bit better

[kaydeefalls]

Thanks. :/