Final dress-tech last night, and of course Sharon was a total bitch during notes. Only to me, of course, not to the people who did the wrong blocking, not to the people who forgot their lines on the day before opening, nope, only to me.

She yelled at me about three things that were not at all my fault.

1. She yelled at me for standing in the same spot for the entire show. She, of course, is the person who actually saw fit, in her wisdom, to block me to stand in the same spot for the entire show, but that is clearly neither here nor there.

2. She yelled at me because my shawl was too short. Actually, she told me that my shawl was too short, and that I should re-fold it, and when I started to ask if she meant that it was too short in the back or in the front, as that will affect how I am re-folding it, that was when she yelled at me that she didn't want to argue, and that I should get a new shawl if I couldn't fix this one.

Yeah, I'll get one from one of the hundreds of independent shawl merchants that congregate around my workplace.

3. She yelled at me for doing one speech out rather than to the women that I am standing near. She claims that she gave me the note before, but she did not, she told Cynthia and Betty to look at me during my speech, not me look at them. And of course, I am describing something far off that I am looking at, but I can justify not looking at it.

This all very well and good, except for the fact that every single time I did that speech during the entire rehearsal process I did it that way, so I don't know why she's acting all shocked.

I did find it amusing when she told us that we were the best cast she has ever had, and I could only imagine that the newer company members in the cast were thinking "Christ, how mean is she when she doesn't like the cast so much? Does she physically beat them?"

I wore a complete new outfit to work yesterday.

I got these great jersey trousers that remind me of jazz pants from back in the olden days when I danced and a plum turtleneck. The weird thing was the trousers, since what they really were were slacks, slacks like grownups wear, slacks like my mother wears!

Nik even commented on my outfit (clearly having gone insane, since he has never noticed my clothing before), asking if my sweater was new (of course I had worn it when we went to see Randy Newman last week, but it was sweet of him nonetheless) and saying that I looked very professional.

I felt like I was in disguise all day.

Molly was sitting on my lap and I said "You're my best girl!" and she answered, not missing a beat, "You're my best Kymmie!"

I have very little competition, of course, especially in our house!

So yesterday when I wrote about Kim and Sandra going away, I did not know at that time that Daily Deb and Juan Maldonado had left, too! I can only imagine that Carmen Electra and Dennis Rodman getting married has upset the balance of the universe.

As of this writing, Deb says she is coming back, so she may already have done so, and Juan has moved here, though I understand that the journal is defunct.

Also, Kim's Wil has started his own journal with his side of the story. It is actually almost too voyeuristic an act, reading it.

In somewhat less depressing journal news, Amy Lester has redisigned and added a great wedding photo album, so go visit!

Today's horoscope:
Focus on your ambitions. Evaluate your capacities for advancing and use your communication skills to further your position.

One year ago today:
"You have a very, um, free approach to melody."

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