So yesterday I did not bring my laptop to work, and knitted like a fiend instead. I have been so lax with the reading and the knitting lately, and I really need to catch up. I have several commissions and library books running out of time, so I am going to be strong and not bring my laptop in every day.

I had to rip out the entire leaf green that I started on Saturday and start over. Why? Because there was a dropped stitch. In the second row. Sigh. This is why I need to remember to count stitched every couple of rows, so that won't happen again!

Got a call from Le, who asked me to check with my theatre and see if they have any space availible for rental in August, and whether he could get a deal. I asked The Big Boss (Female Version), and she said that yes, August was free, and quoted me quite a reasonable deal. We've paid as much for much crappier spaces.

So we might do a show here in August! All I have to say is, I had better get in it, because if I sit around in the lobby all day, I have earned the right to perform at night! Besides, it would be embarrassing, this is my theatre, and if my company plays here, I should be in it!

Not to mention the fact that we have our own box office staff here, meaning that I won't get paid to run the box for two weeks or a month or however long it will be, and I don't get paid when I'm in the show, so I should be in the damn show! It's only fair.

A new show is coming in, and the star of it came in today and only introduced herself by her first name, which I didn't recognize, because we only got the info about these shows a couple of days ago, and I have yet to commit them to memory.

So I was all embarrassed, but please, do me the favour of not assuming that everyone will know who you are if you just swan in and say your first name. And the worst part was when I looked at her husband and realized that he is an actor that I have had a crush on since about 1979. Whoops.

That's the thing about working in a theatre that is frequented by the occasional celebrity, there is simply massive opportunity to look like an asshole.

So, I have a Yahoo alert set up to let me know if anything ever is in the news about my old company, the late, lamented Company That Must Not Be Named, and normally what pops up is news stories about the company that took it over when it went bankrupt, but I got an alert yesterday that was not about the new company.

Everyone I worked with is going to jail. Not The Raccoon, not the head of finance, it's only executives, but it's all these people with whom I worked for years, people I like, people who aren't bad people. Even Linus, whom I couldn't stand, I don't think he should go to jail.

They are facing count after count of securities fraud and conspiracy and making false filings. Several of them plead guilty and may be sentenced for as long as thirty years. Two are going to trial, each facing five or seven counts worth twenty years each.

Now, what they did was wrong, certainly, making the company look as though there were massive gains rather than massive losses in order to drive up the stock prices, but you can kill somebody or rape somebody and be out in a few years, thirty years for a little stock fraud is ridiculous.

It's sort of an Enron thing, but in a much smaller scale, nobody's life savings were wiped out because of my little company. I'm not saying that what they did wasn't very bad and wrong, but it makes me sad. The controller is quite a young woman, others have little kids, one guy I know for a fact only did what the CFO told him to do, and he's going to jail.

I am so glad that they fired me when they did, because if not, I might have been called in to testify. I wouldn't lie for them, but I wouldn't want to be in the position to help send them to prison.

It's a good thing that I'm not particularly interested in working in finance again, because the latest company to define the term Massive Financial Fraud isn't going to look that good on my resume.

After all that (a very full day!), I had to go downtown to rehearsal.

And now I understand why people hate those 9p rehearsals that I used to always have, because I got off work at 6p and had to kill two hours in the pouring rain, and it wasn't really happening. I ended up going into a lot of shops and not buying anything, then just showing up at rehearsal an hour early. What the hell, at least it was dry.

I could have gone to the movie at SAG, but it was Dear Frankie, which I couldn't be bothered to see. According to some reviews that I read, wandering around in a downpour for two hours was preferable to sitting through it.

Today's horoscope:
It's all about fire -- in the sky and in your heart. You won't take no for an answer, and 'maybe' will sound exactly the same. Heaven help anyone who thinks it will be easy to pacify you with a glib comment.

One year ago today:
I think I'm starting to get homesick. I have been here a month now, and nothing much has happened, though I have been having a nice time, I think I would like to get back to my real life.

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