So yesterday morning I was weeping and weeping.

O no, not because of the show; it was because of the fact that before going to work I turned on the TV and watched the last 25 minutes of A League of Their Own!

Amazing how movies can do that...

So yesterday work was a giant pain in the patoot, what with the accounting system being as fucked as fucked could be. Cynthia says things are going wrong because of residual weirdness affecting all electronic devices since every beeper in the world stopped working, leaving drug dealers scrambling.

We were told that it would be shut off at 2p for the rest of the week so that they could re-install, but it took me an hour to get into the damn thing because I kept getting these mysterious error messages in a foreign language, practically.

Finally got in and slammed in as many invoices as I could before 2p, then started doing other stuff. I only found out at 5p that the system had never been turned off after all.

I was in a pretty steaming bad mood to start with.
This did not help!

Then was rehearsal.

Now, it actually was a really decent rehearsal in that we re-blocked most of the first scene and it's running alot better, but honestly, that other actor (let's call her Polly) is about to drive me insane.

The bitch just does not know when to shut the hell up! She just talks and discusses and discusses and talks and I'm staring off into space waiting for rehearsal to start again, and occasionally making faces at Vicki.

Of course, the piece of resistance was when Polly turned to me and said "What time is rehearsal tomorrow?"
"Nine to eleven,"
"Can't we start earlier?"
"No, that's when we have the space!"
"Well, do we have to rehearse in the space?"

Well, I was speechless. I mean, she's the one who's been bitching and pissing and moaning about the fact that we have never but once rehearsed in a proper sized space, and now she wants to cancel? So I said "Why would we not want to rehearse in the space?" and she couldn't think of a thing.

I am surrounded by idiots.

For some bizarre reason, like half of the journal entries I read yesterday mentioned me.

It was really cool to be so ubiquitous, but after about the sixth one I felt as though I was stalking myself!

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