Artistic Director, Still Life Photography

"My song is in the wrong key."

 No it's not.

You just haven't FUCKING LEARNED IT.

Why is it that bull dike pianists are the most hateful people on the planet?

Don't get me wrong, I love bull dikes.  If I were a lesbian, I would totally go for an Ellen over a Portia de Rossi.

Or Rachel Maddow.  Rachel Maddow's hot too.

But those bull dike pianists? They are a contemptuous breed.

Ah.  The day before the one and only rehearsal for the very important run-out this week.  Although we like to use local singers for these events, this decision is invariably wrought with a certain degree of peril on my part, as WITHOUT EXCEPTION, I will receive the obligatory I'm-so-busy-I-didn't-have-time-to-prepare-the-two-ensemble-songs-you-gave-me-over-a-month-ago-so-maybe-you-should-reassign-my-part-in-them-to-someone-else,-however-that-one-really-cool-song-you-assigned-me?-um-yeah,-I'll-still-sing-that-one! 

Unfortunately, I only got two of those today.  My highest record is four. MUST. WORK. HARDER.

Today I stood on a sidewalk passing out rack cards for the show and was called a "Street Urchin" by a woman in fur.

My bi-polar set designer just wigged out on me and told me I owed him money for the text I sent him asking him why he wasn't coming to the production meeting tonight.

Before I could respond, he started screaming about losing his mind, and then told me to stop freaking out.

I should be more concerned about this, I fear.

Development Director just let me know that the donor event she was planning had not, in fact, been planned.  Also, she's not sure she's the right person to try to secure corporate sponsorship.  Maybe a board member would be better suited- she thinks. 

She'd like to have a meeting to discuss her future with the company.  She's thinking if we secure her a "personal assistant" she can get a lot more done.


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