drama.I'm costuming the opera Dido and Aeneas. Sort of. I have a co-designer with whom I've had some... how shall I put this? Issues.
.Last week, since my schedule opened up a bit, I came in to work in the costume shop Tuesday afternoon and evening, Wednesday morning, afternoon and evening, and Thursday morning and afternoon. Even though what I had been working on didn't come out exceptionally well, I felt accomplished. I had really worked hard.
.I came in Friday because I had some extra time. My co-designer immediately bitched me out about cleaning up after myself in the shop (something she never manages to do) and was incredibly unenthusiastic about the sort-of-Roman skirt I had constructed. I was totally crestfallen. I stuck around, eager to show that I could be of service, but she never offered me something to work on with her except bending a crown into shape. Finally, I stopped her in what she was doing and said, "Can we just sit down right now and figure out a timetable--when I'm going to be doing things and when you're going to be doing things and when they need to be finished. Please." She looked at me before turning to the skirt on which she was working. She stared at the skirt, said, "Umm..." and never finished her sentence. At that point, I was incredibly frustrated. I waited five more minutes, her still blowing me off, before finally saying, "I think I'm going to go," and just heading out.
.I had a message on my voicemail yesterday from my professor telling me he sees my co-designer working but really thinks I need to be spending more time in the shop and working more toward the show. I was flabbergasted. And furious. I spent every spare second (other than Saturday, my only free day on the weekends) in the shop... and here he was accusing me of not working on the show! I'M SO BUSY IN LIFE THAT I HAVEN'T UPDATED MY BLOG IN POSSIBLY A MONTH--AND HE THINKS I'M NOT WORKING HARD ENOUGH!!!!! Obviously my codesigner, the cunt, said something. These are conclusions he could not have reached on his own. He's never in the shop to know those things, so someone would have to have told him this. SHE would have had to have told him this.
.My first thought was to drop the opera and just costume some dance piece for credit, but I know my professor would be completely disappointed. I just have to do the grown-up thing--I have to confront my co-designer. I have to tell her, "You're wrong about me, and this is why (you stupid home-schooled bitch)." I, of course, would not say the things in parentheses. I fucking hate drama when it's not where it belongs--in a box, on a screen, or on a stage.
.Last week, since my schedule opened up a bit, I came in to work in the costume shop Tuesday afternoon and evening, Wednesday morning, afternoon and evening, and Thursday morning and afternoon. Even though what I had been working on didn't come out exceptionally well, I felt accomplished. I had really worked hard.
.I came in Friday because I had some extra time. My co-designer immediately bitched me out about cleaning up after myself in the shop (something she never manages to do) and was incredibly unenthusiastic about the sort-of-Roman skirt I had constructed. I was totally crestfallen. I stuck around, eager to show that I could be of service, but she never offered me something to work on with her except bending a crown into shape. Finally, I stopped her in what she was doing and said, "Can we just sit down right now and figure out a timetable--when I'm going to be doing things and when you're going to be doing things and when they need to be finished. Please." She looked at me before turning to the skirt on which she was working. She stared at the skirt, said, "Umm..." and never finished her sentence. At that point, I was incredibly frustrated. I waited five more minutes, her still blowing me off, before finally saying, "I think I'm going to go," and just heading out.
.I had a message on my voicemail yesterday from my professor telling me he sees my co-designer working but really thinks I need to be spending more time in the shop and working more toward the show. I was flabbergasted. And furious. I spent every spare second (other than Saturday, my only free day on the weekends) in the shop... and here he was accusing me of not working on the show! I'M SO BUSY IN LIFE THAT I HAVEN'T UPDATED MY BLOG IN POSSIBLY A MONTH--AND HE THINKS I'M NOT WORKING HARD ENOUGH!!!!! Obviously my codesigner, the cunt, said something. These are conclusions he could not have reached on his own. He's never in the shop to know those things, so someone would have to have told him this. SHE would have had to have told him this.
.My first thought was to drop the opera and just costume some dance piece for credit, but I know my professor would be completely disappointed. I just have to do the grown-up thing--I have to confront my co-designer. I have to tell her, "You're wrong about me, and this is why (you stupid home-schooled bitch)." I, of course, would not say the things in parentheses. I fucking hate drama when it's not where it belongs--in a box, on a screen, or on a stage.
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OMG LOL
I just read part of the Aneid for class. WOO.
I just read part of the Aneid for class. WOO.
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