So much to do with a weekend off! How crazy is this Monday through Friday work week?
Date: October 10, 2014
Days Spent on Project: 599
Location: NW Portland, OR
Person I would have sent it to: On the Upper East Side, with a growing French Bulldog, I quickly got into the habit of waking up at 6am (or 7am) and walking him to Central Park in the early morning hours when dogs could run around and play off-leash. As much as Central Park’s magic is that it’s an oasis in the midst of so much urban jungle, it really is a wonderful place with its variety, its history, the landscaping, the buildings and restaurants and lakes and trails and statues.
As much as getting up early in the mornings wasn’t always awesome, it was inherently awesome that I had the chance to walk to Central Park in my pajamas (!) with my French Bulldog. That was something I was proud to own.
And The Dog quickly owned it too; it wasn’t unknown for us to spend two hours or so traversing the park (usually in the same paths that he seemed to enjoy) and checking in on all the going’s-on’s inside.
The Dog quickly made friends, too. On one of the dog-approved hills, he gravitated towards a few dogs (and their owners) whenever he would see them in the distance. One of those dogs was named Lola. She was a rescue dog, transplanted from the South. Her owner was also someone who lived nearby the park, in what she called a tiny studio apartment, but in a great location: it was between Madison and Fifth Avenue. Over the years where Central Park was a part of our daily routine, we would frequently see Lola and her “mom” at that hill. It was nice to learn, that the chore, “walking the dog,” had its own benefits for the owners; it was also social time for us, the people.
So, Crane 484 would be for Lola and her Mom, of those Central Park days.
Music I listened to while sewing: I’ve got the music for Alexander McQueen’s runway show, “Sarabande,” on in the background this morning.
Thoughts/Feelings behind the block: Coming from an almost always freelance theater career, to a job where I report to work by 8:30 and stay until 6 at the very earliest is a bit of a shift and learning experience.
Knowing that it’s sometimes about pacing yourself. The work will always be there tomorrow. More work will always appear while you’re doing other work.
You really do have to work well and play well with others. The “contract” isn’t done after a show opens and your relationship is with more than just a specific production, but with a group of people and a theater building at large.
Mondays stink. Fridays are awesome. Weekends go by quickly. Evenings don’t really feel like they exist.
There is a definite end of day, most days. Staying after six… that’s not necessary all the time. Yes, I can stay late and keep working, but I can also do it in the morning.
Being salaried is awesome. Being hourly at a regional theater would be MORE awesome.
You really do want a sense of a team here. It would be unfortunate if it didn’t or couldn’t be that way.
I do miss freelancing sometimes. If it was more effective for me to work noon until the evening, I could do that. If I needed to take a break halfway through the day for a lunch date, I could. I don’t miss the uncertainty of freelance. So far, this stability is nice. So far, I’m not used to it yet.
Every day. One day at a time.