So, we opened last night at last!

How was it? Well, it was good! Winchester was much better than it was at tech, and the rest of the show was really strong as well. Clerestory gets better every time I see it. Not many other people got to see it, though, because we had the Tiniest Audience in All the Land.

Fran was there (when I saw him in the lobby I said, "O, did I mention that tonight was my opening night?" as though I hadn't mentioned it every day for weeks) and the dreaded Old Trout was one of the directors in the 7p show, and she stayed to watch, and then I made the usher and box office people go in, so it was a cosy house, to put it mildly, but I didn't mind.

Fran enjoyed it very much, too, afterwards saying that the biggest compliment he could give the show was that every single scene left him wanting more, and that he thought that some of them, Wedding Dance particularly, who make good full-lengths, and since I think that Patrick actually has written Wedding Dance as a full-length, I thought that was pretty insightful of Fran.

What I did mind was the fact that the 7p show is just the longest show ever in the history of the American stage, longer than Nicholas Nickleby even! Well, no, but it felt that long standing in the hallway waiting for those damned actors to get the hell out of our way.

Apparently, one of the shows proudly states on its front cover that it is 30 minutes long, which is a bold-faced lie, and because of that there are too many shows in the evening and it doesn't come down until around 9.10p or 9.15p, and since we have this huge setup for the first shows and I have twelve sound tapes to cue up, we didn't actually start until 9.30p. Good thing the show is slightly too short or we wouldn't get out until midnight!

My favourite error of the evening was in Penny Drops, where Kirsten's line actually is something like "I thought one of your friends had called her," but instead came out, "I though that one of your friends had made her call you," and Kelly's next line was, "I don't understand!" which I thought was pretty apt!

That comes at a very emotional point in the play, but fortunately neither of them dwelt on the silliness of that flub and just kept on with the show as it should go--only I, sitting in the booth, had to stuff my fist in my mouth to keep from howling.

I was completely exhausted all during the show, though, because it is end of quarter, which, if you work in accounting is actually written End of Quarter, because it is very very important, plus the auditors are coming on Monday, which meant that we had to finish the three months of back filing that hasn't gotten done since we fired the file clerk.

I decided to make it my mission to file away the expense reports, which, since the files were stuffed full, actually meant that first I had to redistribute all of the files using the six more drawers I was able to commandeer, and get rid of the files of people that left the company two years ago and consolidate all of the double files where nobody noticed that there already was one and made a new one, and I was at my obsessive-compulsive best and really finished practically half of it on Tuesday, then most of the rest of it yesterday, before I had to stop at 5.30p because the two newest girls were leaving and The Raccoon and I went into the file room to finish their part of the filing, because it was all supposed to be done today.

There wasn't tons and tons left to do, so we thought that between 5.30p and 8p, when I had to leave, we could probably finish it all. Ha! How young and starry-eyed and innocent we were back then, before we actually opened some of those file drawers and saw the horror lurking therein.

It's not entirely the fault of the two new girls, because they are not psychic and don't necessarily know vendors' old names or who's an employee and goes out with the expense reports of whatever, and certain lots of hideous errors were made by the last two file clerks we had, but The Raccoon and I each about had ten strokes each.

We are both obsessive-compulsive about entirely different things--The Raccoon can't stand the invoices in the individual files not being in date order, and I cannot stand the files themselves being out of alphabetical order or employee files being in the wrong files cabinets. This lead to much wailing and gnashing of teeth on our parts, and, as time passed, howls of laughter.

RACCOON
Argh! Look at the Sigma file! I cannot stand this, all these invoices are just in any old order!

ME
Just get the invoices in the files and fix them later when we have more time. Don't get hung up on things that aren't important, for heaven's sake. Argh! Why on earth is Dr. Gandalf filed under D for doctor!!"

RACCOON
What were you just saying about not getting distracted by unimportant things?

ME
You are missing the point. What I am hung up on is very very important, what you are hung up on are silly trivialities!

Then I went back to taking all of the water out of one well with an eyedropper and putting it in another a few feet away. Don't tell me I don't have my priorities straight!

Today's horoscope:
You're conscious of the rules at work. Don't inhibit yourself, but do take advantage of knowing exactly how far to push in achieving your aims.

One year ago today:
Funniest thing I said all day, before shooting the poster, "Wait, let me plump up the graves!"

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