kaydeefalls | and it's raining.

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.