Follow the exploits of Stageworks Theatre Productions Artistic Director as he attempts to create a succesful professional theatre company from... well, nothing!
Having one of those blue days today, and not the good kind of smutty, X-rated blue... but the fuggy blue that embodies the Long Dark Teatime of the Soul.
Surrounding this crazy ambition to quite simply create a little theatre company that can pay me a half decent salary (thus indulging my passion for theatre, food, AND paying rent on time!) are the things that I refer to as "The Ordinary Things."
As the weeks plough on, it's becoming clearer and clearer that I need a job to support myself. Jobseekers Allowance is nothing short of a joke (£52 a week? Insane!) and Beth's patience is wearing pretty thin. She's too lovely to say much about it, but I know it's there, and rightly so.
It's just... the thought of working 40 hours a week in somewhere like... gah... Morrisons... makes me feel violently ill. But what else is there for a graduate with a knowledge of theatre, theatre, and... theatre? It's I know, all I do, all I want to do.
"Work in a theatre" would probably be the best idea, but two months ago I sent out a CV and covering letter to every theatre in 50 miles. Only Hull Truck took the time and energy to acknowledge me, and even then it was a "thanks, but no thanks."
Days like this come and go. I have no doubt that in a couple of hours I'll be fresh as a fresh thing, but today has proved somewhat of an eye-opener. Not many people around me have faith that I'm going to make this thing work, and keep dropping hits like A-bombs that I should probably ditch the whole mission and work 9-5 in an office, feeling my soul drain away in a job I hate.
But hey... life revolves around metal discs and square green paper, so who am I to want a life I can look back on and smile? If I fail, so what. Like My Guru (Aidan) said a few weeks ago, at least I'm out here trying to do something.
Doooom.... GLOOOOOOOM.
In happier news, a really good venue confirmed us for "Bouncers" and "Shakers" today, which means that THREE THINGS have gone well in a row. Surely there's a pit ahead, filled with pointed bamboo shoots, vipers, and beartraps.
I can smell it...
Surrounding this crazy ambition to quite simply create a little theatre company that can pay me a half decent salary (thus indulging my passion for theatre, food, AND paying rent on time!) are the things that I refer to as "The Ordinary Things."
As the weeks plough on, it's becoming clearer and clearer that I need a job to support myself. Jobseekers Allowance is nothing short of a joke (£52 a week? Insane!) and Beth's patience is wearing pretty thin. She's too lovely to say much about it, but I know it's there, and rightly so.
It's just... the thought of working 40 hours a week in somewhere like... gah... Morrisons... makes me feel violently ill. But what else is there for a graduate with a knowledge of theatre, theatre, and... theatre? It's I know, all I do, all I want to do.
"Work in a theatre" would probably be the best idea, but two months ago I sent out a CV and covering letter to every theatre in 50 miles. Only Hull Truck took the time and energy to acknowledge me, and even then it was a "thanks, but no thanks."
Days like this come and go. I have no doubt that in a couple of hours I'll be fresh as a fresh thing, but today has proved somewhat of an eye-opener. Not many people around me have faith that I'm going to make this thing work, and keep dropping hits like A-bombs that I should probably ditch the whole mission and work 9-5 in an office, feeling my soul drain away in a job I hate.
But hey... life revolves around metal discs and square green paper, so who am I to want a life I can look back on and smile? If I fail, so what. Like My Guru (Aidan) said a few weeks ago, at least I'm out here trying to do something.
Doooom.... GLOOOOOOOM.
In happier news, a really good venue confirmed us for "Bouncers" and "Shakers" today, which means that THREE THINGS have gone well in a row. Surely there's a pit ahead, filled with pointed bamboo shoots, vipers, and beartraps.
I can smell it...
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