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22 May So yesterday at work I got in big trouble for not answering my phone calls for the past two weeks. Of course, I usually am not answering my calls, but several people called Linus to complain, and New Chick (I have got to think up a new name for her, since she's not new anymore) gave me a talking-to, saying that Linus said that if he got one more call then she would have to Write Me Up, and she really didn't want to Write Me Up, so could I please answer my calls! So I sat there for two and a half hours and answered every call and rashly promised everyone that we'd pay them next week, so hopefully we will! I told Nik about that and he was surprised that New Chick was my boss--he didn't really know the setup in my little department of two. "You're not the type to be subservient to anyone, I think."
Hmmm...I've been mentioning Nik alot lately, ain't?
I wonder if there's a story there?
Rehearsal last night. We got a new Indian Joe, 'cause the last one booked a film, but the new one is way cuter, so that's cool. Right before my big monologue, Bill said "There's no point in doing this until you know the lines" and we skipped it. What?! I have realized that Bill and have really different views on how rehearsal process should go. He thinks that no work at all can be done as long as the actors have scripts in their hands, and I think that most of the work (blocking, character work, etc.) is done with the script in my hands. The immovable object has met the irresistible force.
Whenever the hell it was that I last went to the movies, I saw this trailer for Black Dog starring Patrick Swayze, Randy Travis and Meatloaf and it's an action movie about trucking and guns and things, and I was practically weeping I was laughing so hard. I thought "I'll bet they didn't know they were making a comedy!"
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