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Chicken Feathers and Garlic Cloves!
Mar. 4th, 2006 10:09 pmAnd then there was one preformence left, and Twincityhacker wants to kill the technical director real bad. Mostly because when I said I would kill him the next time he touched the lightbord. And then he chewed me out with the "Me, technical director, you lowly light tech" speach.
It all started really, with him telling to fade the lights in a particualr way, and I refuse to do it that way because it looks stupid as hell. This is the same sticking point for every single show I've done for the high school. And since everyone else in the entire cast and crew thinks it's tacky, and the audenice finds it really annoying, I still refuse to do it.
So, he chews me out. Fine. Whatever. It's not like he can actually yell at me durring the show because everyone would hear. Then he gets his apprentice technical director to tell me if I do that again he's going to toss me out the door.
Which is fine, because A) it's a fucking high school play and B) it's the last fucking high school play I'm ever going to do and it's not going to haunt me the rest of my life whatever I'm going to do. Hell, I don't care if I can never do tech work in Jasper again. I refuse to allow some punk that lives and breaths theater so much he isn't going to graduate this spring unles some divine intervention occurs to force me to do something I don't want to do, even if it's something so damm petty as flashing the lights three times, if just for the fact that everyone else in the theater department, jumps at his command.
Mostly, this should have never happened to begin with. No one knows how to run the technical aspects of the theatre except for him and the people he trained. I'm the only person in tech that he didn't have to train, since I've learned how to do tech in piecework in two diffrent states with several diffrent people.
Yes, I know I am being incredibly petty bitch. I just don't care.
It all started really, with him telling to fade the lights in a particualr way, and I refuse to do it that way because it looks stupid as hell. This is the same sticking point for every single show I've done for the high school. And since everyone else in the entire cast and crew thinks it's tacky, and the audenice finds it really annoying, I still refuse to do it.
So, he chews me out. Fine. Whatever. It's not like he can actually yell at me durring the show because everyone would hear. Then he gets his apprentice technical director to tell me if I do that again he's going to toss me out the door.
Which is fine, because A) it's a fucking high school play and B) it's the last fucking high school play I'm ever going to do and it's not going to haunt me the rest of my life whatever I'm going to do. Hell, I don't care if I can never do tech work in Jasper again. I refuse to allow some punk that lives and breaths theater so much he isn't going to graduate this spring unles some divine intervention occurs to force me to do something I don't want to do, even if it's something so damm petty as flashing the lights three times, if just for the fact that everyone else in the theater department, jumps at his command.
Mostly, this should have never happened to begin with. No one knows how to run the technical aspects of the theatre except for him and the people he trained. I'm the only person in tech that he didn't have to train, since I've learned how to do tech in piecework in two diffrent states with several diffrent people.
Yes, I know I am being incredibly petty bitch. I just don't care.
