Okay, feel under control again.
Date: December 10, 2013
Days Spent on Project: 297
Location: Apartment, Washington Heights, NYC
Person I would have sent it to: Dot K.
If you’re going to the Actors Theatre building, as opposed to the main theater, you enter by way of a parking garage along Main Street, you enter through a back entrance through an alley way. At the tim that I worked there (2001-3), you’d walk over a large mat with the new Actors Theatre logo (a smiling face in yellow) and walk through two very large glass doors.
You would then be greeted by Dot.
Dot worked the front desk at Actors Theatre of Louisville, meaning anyone who had business (or no business at all) would have to walk by her on their way in. She would always greet you with a smile and ask how you were doing. Anyone calling the theater would also be greeted with her voice.
Everyone knew her. Everyone loved her. She knew everyone. She made you feel like she was glad to see you coming in to work. I think she’s fortunately graduated to a different position, Company Manager.
She’s an incredibly sweet person. I was lucky enough to consider a friend for the two years I was there.
Music I listened to while sewing: Today, I’ve got more McQueen runway shows playing in the background. Today, I’ve watched Deliverance and Neptune and La Dame Bleue. I can’t choose what’s next!
Thoughts/Feelings behind the block: Survived my first of a few theater-related holiday parties last night. I braved walking into the Yale Club of New York, after avoiding the building for 3 years. I went up to the 20th floor. I got my name tag. I got my free glass of wine. I mingled.
And it struck me. People do know me. People do remember me. Several people were glad to see me. Why am I intimidated by people from Yale? I mean, after all, I went there; what’s the reason for the disconnect?
And I’m not sure if you want the update or the epiphany from the evening, but… we’re all in the same boat. Everyone around my graduating year seems to be in a holding pattern. We’re busy. We’re not busy. If we’re freelance, we’re all clutching on and waiting. There’s no money. We’re tired of being poor. We’re glad to be doing it.
All the more recent graduates are still excited. They’re also so very young… I met some 25 year olds who knew exactly what their lives had in store for them in New York and what they were going to do when they moved here and they had it figured out.
I was probably that confident when I graduated. A few years here will take that down a notch.
So, not to sound trite (or like High School Musical), but it seems we’re all in this together. While things remain up in the air for me right now, last night reminded me that feeling is the status quo.
Here’s to being content with the status quo, but also striving for more.