Over? Maybe? Please?
This has been the worst week I've had in a LONG time.
Well, with the exception of Tuesday, that was a good day, mostly because we played everything by ear and didn't have a set game plan.
First off, I think I'm allergic to the Opera House. While there, my nose runs constantly and my sinuses burn. Once I leave I'm fine, but it's really annoying to be on top of a 20 foot tower on a windy night dealing with finicky moving lights while oozing from the nose...oh! And then, somebody stole my favorite pair of sunglasses out of my backpack. Skipped the camera and iPod but took the glasses. Who does that!?!
So I've been working there from about 4 pm to midnight. So I get home at about 1:30, then was up between 5 and 6 to go run with the guys in Berkeley. My run times have simply sucked. The fire trail run was horrible and I gained 2 minutes on my 3 mile run...it was bad. Then, on Thursday we went on an 8 mile hike. It was a great time, but my new boots ate my feet. I lost a quarter size, 1/8" thick patch of skin on the heel of each foot. Now I have holey feet (work that night was a good time, let me tell you!).
This takes us to Friday, were we went swimming instead of running in the morning. But I forgot the lift's key at home, so I had to go back to San Mateo between Berkeley and San Fran (adding two hours to my commute) and discovered I had a flat tire, but not the key to deal with it. So I went off to work leaving my broken car at the BART parking lot. In trying to get through my preshow duties I managed to strand my scissor lift (twice!) on the ramp because the ramp has bent over the past week under the weight of the lift. Three guys from props had to come rescue me. Then one of my lights wouldn't come up and it took me forever to figure out why. My consolation for the night was standing in the dark, watching the ballet from the wings. The dancers were great, their abilities are amazing. And they squeak when the walk.
While reading down in the basement, my phone started ringing. My uber boss called to say I'd been requested to work at the Ritz over in Half Moon Bay. The whole work call system usually works on mutual needs. You call in to say you're available, they call if they have something appropriate. I didn't call in. I didn't want to work this week. But I can't tell that to my boss, especially this boss. And I hate the Ritz, their equipment is crap and their house guys don't know what they want and disappear without telling you the full game plan. It usually takes 7 hours of pain to do 3 hours of work. Not to mention the steward was not someone easy to work for. She likes things done her way, which is not necessarily the best or right way. Sunday was supposed to be my day of rest...suddenly Sunday and Monday became new days of pain.
Thus ended my last night at the Opera House...changing a flat tire at 1 am in the parking lot of BART. Three hours later I was up and running. Pat's Run, to be specific. I bandaged and padded my heels and made it through with no problems. Despite being exhausted, it was a whole lot of fun. And my run time got better...yay confidence builders.
I got home and just crashed. That was needed and perfect timing.
Work yesterday went exactly as I predicted. Today, at least, will be short.
But.
On the other hand.
I made some good money and next week I will be in the Happiest Place on Earth for a full week! Then maybe I'll tackle the Bay to Breakers run. Have to get through the pain to get to the fun, I guess. I've earned my vacation.
Well, with the exception of Tuesday, that was a good day, mostly because we played everything by ear and didn't have a set game plan.
First off, I think I'm allergic to the Opera House. While there, my nose runs constantly and my sinuses burn. Once I leave I'm fine, but it's really annoying to be on top of a 20 foot tower on a windy night dealing with finicky moving lights while oozing from the nose...oh! And then, somebody stole my favorite pair of sunglasses out of my backpack. Skipped the camera and iPod but took the glasses. Who does that!?!
So I've been working there from about 4 pm to midnight. So I get home at about 1:30, then was up between 5 and 6 to go run with the guys in Berkeley. My run times have simply sucked. The fire trail run was horrible and I gained 2 minutes on my 3 mile run...it was bad. Then, on Thursday we went on an 8 mile hike. It was a great time, but my new boots ate my feet. I lost a quarter size, 1/8" thick patch of skin on the heel of each foot. Now I have holey feet (work that night was a good time, let me tell you!).
This takes us to Friday, were we went swimming instead of running in the morning. But I forgot the lift's key at home, so I had to go back to San Mateo between Berkeley and San Fran (adding two hours to my commute) and discovered I had a flat tire, but not the key to deal with it. So I went off to work leaving my broken car at the BART parking lot. In trying to get through my preshow duties I managed to strand my scissor lift (twice!) on the ramp because the ramp has bent over the past week under the weight of the lift. Three guys from props had to come rescue me. Then one of my lights wouldn't come up and it took me forever to figure out why. My consolation for the night was standing in the dark, watching the ballet from the wings. The dancers were great, their abilities are amazing. And they squeak when the walk.
While reading down in the basement, my phone started ringing. My uber boss called to say I'd been requested to work at the Ritz over in Half Moon Bay. The whole work call system usually works on mutual needs. You call in to say you're available, they call if they have something appropriate. I didn't call in. I didn't want to work this week. But I can't tell that to my boss, especially this boss. And I hate the Ritz, their equipment is crap and their house guys don't know what they want and disappear without telling you the full game plan. It usually takes 7 hours of pain to do 3 hours of work. Not to mention the steward was not someone easy to work for. She likes things done her way, which is not necessarily the best or right way. Sunday was supposed to be my day of rest...suddenly Sunday and Monday became new days of pain.
Thus ended my last night at the Opera House...changing a flat tire at 1 am in the parking lot of BART. Three hours later I was up and running. Pat's Run, to be specific. I bandaged and padded my heels and made it through with no problems. Despite being exhausted, it was a whole lot of fun. And my run time got better...yay confidence builders.
I got home and just crashed. That was needed and perfect timing.
Work yesterday went exactly as I predicted. Today, at least, will be short.
But.
On the other hand.
I made some good money and next week I will be in the Happiest Place on Earth for a full week! Then maybe I'll tackle the Bay to Breakers run. Have to get through the pain to get to the fun, I guess. I've earned my vacation.