Nine Things This Week

This week at my new job:
1. Cleaned up vomit in TWO places in a theater. (Note: Coffee grounds are amaaaazing.) My co-workers think of this as my deflowering as a House Manager. I'm official.

2. I unclogged a toilet. (Seriously double flush!)

3. A 4-year old named Stella has learned my name and shouts it as I come in to give my House Speech.

4. I've sung happy birthday in front of a packed house to a little boy named Brett. The house sang with me and Ruth, the audio guru, made good on her promise to cut my mic half way in.

5. I've worked 37 hours in 4 days. (30 in three.)

6. I've learned about 40 names.

7. Met 3 people who get my sense of humor. (Two are teenagers.)

8. Learned I like young kids. (Although I still don't want any.)

9. Met two parents I totally adore. (And they are hosting a slumber party tonight with the females from the cast.)

Tomorrow at 5:30 is the end of my 6 days of work preceded by 4 days of work (with one day off). I am giddy at the prospect of sleeping in and cooking and pulling pants from the attic that fit my I've-been-running-up-and-down-stairs-and-had-no-time-to-eat butt.(Although tonight I ate so much so quickly I actually had to stop eating a cookie b/c I thought I'd puke. Oh! I know a trick for that!)

Wait, what?! So excited for sleep.

True Story

When I was giving my house speech tonight, someone from the audience recognized me as my father's daughter BECAUSE OF MY CHEEKS. This person knew my paternal grandparents from when they lived in Oregon. She knew my Dad and had met me as a child. MY CHEEKS!

And that, kids, is the power of genetics.

First Days

Most of you read this know that I've just started a new job. I'm just going to call it my Theater Job. It's part time. And half of it will consist of working as the House Manager, which means interacting with volunteers and probably refilling a lot of toilet paper. (Seriously, the keys for toilet paper and paper towels are a hilarious non traditional takes on keys.) It's an extroverted job. Not to say that you have to be an extrovert to do it, (for I am not) but it's a job that consists mainly of interacting with the public. I have learned so many names in the past 48 hours that my brain feels like that full bowl of water you're trying to walk across the room, and you think if you just go slowly enough it it won't spill. And that's always about the point it spills.