Everyone keeps coming up to me and asking how the game was, people that I have never laid eyes on in my life. I guess I'm just one of those people at work that everyone knows, by virtue of the fact that I've been there for so long, I suppose.

Friday, The Raccoon was out at some management class (hope this doesn't mean that she'll start managing me or something!) which meant that I was in charge, which meant that there were about forty emergencies, the same as on any day when she's not there, particularly when it's on a Friday, because Fridays are the days when everyone on earth suddenly want to live up my ass.

You know, apparently.

Friday (why do I keep typing "Frieday"?) was also the start of the second weekend of my show, and the day that I decided to have it out with Geoffrey the Dressing Room Nazi.

I have worked with Geoffrey the Dressing Room Nazi plenty of times before, but only the last show we did together did I discover that he is absolutely apoplectic when too many people are in the dressing room.

Now it's small, I admit, but I don't think there's any reason to get all tense about it. On the other hand, I certainly get tense enough about things that other people deem unimportant, so I'm hardly one to talk, but during this show he has been particularly annoying about it.

Now Le worked out a schedule for everyone, with the second act people getting there at 8.45p, meeting down on the street, once everyone is there, ringing the doorbell (so it only has to ring once), going upstairs and waiting in the hallway until Kirsten and Geoffrey's show is over and Cherry Blend starts. Then, and I quote, "Once Kitty says her first line, Kirsten will open the door and let the second act cast into the dressing room."

Well, Geoffrey took that to mean "Once Geoffrey has cleared and changed and tied his shoes and has been gone for at least five minutes, then the second act cast may enter the dressing room, in a manner suitably subdued, as befitting their station."

I may have been reading things not intended into his attitude, I will admit.

So last week it was all this waiting to get in, and Kirsten told me that she was too shook up after her show to remember to open the door for us, so we should listen for Kitty's line and just come in on our own. Well, Geoffrey wasn't into that, he would keep hissing at us to wait, that he would be out in a minute.

Well, we have a limited time in the dressing room, and I have to pin my hair up and put on my wig and I need all of the time that I can get, so I had no intention of standing quietly in the hallway for five minutes longer than Le said we had to just because that man didn't want us to sully his dressing room when his show is over already!

In fact, on Sunday he locked the dressing room door, as though we were rats or something. So Friday I decided to take the bull by the horns (or the annoying actor by the horns, as the case may be) and I emailed him and told him that I didn't want to fight about something as stupid as dressing room rights, but all we wanted was to be able to get in when Le said we could, which is once Kitty says her first line.

He emailed back and said that what he had understood, and what the people that he had discussed this with had understood, was that we came in once they left. This is, of course, horseshit, because I know what Le said, but I do think it's funny that he talked about it to other cast members, because I certainly did my share of complaining as well, ("So, Geoffrey the Dressing Room Nazi is being a giant pain in this show." "Look, I just did Midsummer with him, there were 27 people in that little dressing room, I know exactly what you mean!"). He also said that he felt as though he was being rushed, that we were throwing him out when he was moving as fast as he could.

So I wrote again and said that clearly we had understood different things, but we have so little time in the room that we really want to get in as fast as we can, and that we don't give a shit how long he takes to leave, that he could stay in there all night as far as I was concerned, that Kirsten always spent about ten minutes in with us, changing and winding down, and nobody cared--that it wasn't about him getting out but about us getting in.

So, we worked all that out and he agreed that we could go in when we thought we should, and that he wouldn't feel as though he had to get out of our way (but honestly, I never once felt as though he was hurrying to clear for us, more that he couldn't stand the sight of us, and I still don't think that I'm wrong!), and then Friday night I made a point of not going in when the time came. Everyone else was chatting in the hallway, they didn't notice it was time, so I just sat there and waited for him to open that door himself and invite me in.

I'm so petty sometimes.

It has gotten cold. Last weekend's and the beginning of this week's sandal-wearing weather is over, now the sweaters and jackets have come out in full force. I even have been seeing scarves and hats, but I think those people are pushing it.

But the other night, walking home in that clear, bright cold, it felt like snow was in the air, though it's only October, and it really made me happy, thinking of snow and Christmas and that feeling of possibility in the air when the seasons change.

Then I remembered that I hate winter. But you don't get spring again without having winter first.

Today's horoscope:
Your beloved is lots of fun--lighthearted, entertaining, sociable and dramatic--but a bit childish. Let yourself be playful too.

One year ago today:
Damn you, Stee, damn yoooooooooouuuuuuu!

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