Non-Bitchiness

The whole theater thing just keeps going. I ran into a friend from my last year of high school at an arts school who is working with a theater company here in Chicago. I guess our teachers were right in that the arts world is a small place and we should be nice to everyone just in case. I didn't realize it would take 12 years, but there you are. Angustias, as I will call her after one of the roles she played the year I knew her, also happens to have run into another guy I knew from that era, one of the teachers' fair-haired children. I confess that I expressed surprise to Angustias that he hadn't cirrhoded his liver by now, but that's another story. Interestingly enough, he admits now that he was an asshole at the time. Being the sucker I am for apologies, I want to meet him again. Angustias doesn't think he'll remember me since he barely femembered her, but I disagree. Everyone remembers the freak.

And that was what I was. My OCD wasn't really under control, my social skills were awful (not like they're great now, so you can imagine), and I seemed incapable of leaving anyone with anything but a sense of disappointment. It wasn't one of my shining moments except that no one got killed. In all honesty, I don't think that year was a shining moment for anyone in the theater department at the Academy, including the instructors, so I guess we all should just try to forgive each other for our sins and be done with it. So here's hoping the former asshole remembers me with tolerance, especially since I always thought he was kind of cute.

As far as Angustias is concerned, I'm hoping I can get Stockyards to use her in something. Anyone with her chops and personality should be working. Of course, I think she's used to being paid, so we'll see what happens.

Things are going well of both job fronts; Lisieux called me conscientious and I have less than three months left on my probation period. Life is looking up.