"send me a haggis!"
Aug. 19th, 2004 10:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
e_clareMy last night of work (for four months!) was tonight. Yay! Also, my last night of earning money (for. four. months.). Um...yay?
I've promised postcards (Chaucer, to torment my fellow English majors; generic updates, for the managers), e-mails, LJ updates, and that I will do my best to fulfill a request for haggis.
Right, then. I'm actually more sad than I'd expected to be about finishing at the theater. It's unlikely I would have been able to survive the summer without it, honestly. Work provided my social life--without completely becoming my life, which was a major problem with the drama camp job in high school. (Eight-hour days spent with kids ages six to 13 are not conducive to high-energy evenings afterwards.)
I'll miss the free movies, of course. But I'll also miss watching them with a really great group of people: drooling over the pretty boys, making up our own (often better) dialogue, and laughing hysterically at inappropriate times (oh, The Notebook! And Sleepover!). These are the things you just can't do with a real audience, and it's just oh-so-fun.
On the upside, odds are I'll be back at Christmas. At which time I'll have three weeks to figure out the names of all the new employees, and try to squeeze in screenings and group dates at the Dube. Even if I don't make it back onto the theater staff, I think I can count on the Dube--and it's great having that at home again.
At any rate, I'm off for one last screening: double feature, We Don't Live Here Anymore (yay! Peter Krause and Mark Ruffalo!) and Open Water (um. at least it's short?).
I've promised postcards (Chaucer, to torment my fellow English majors; generic updates, for the managers), e-mails, LJ updates, and that I will do my best to fulfill a request for haggis.
Right, then. I'm actually more sad than I'd expected to be about finishing at the theater. It's unlikely I would have been able to survive the summer without it, honestly. Work provided my social life--without completely becoming my life, which was a major problem with the drama camp job in high school. (Eight-hour days spent with kids ages six to 13 are not conducive to high-energy evenings afterwards.)
I'll miss the free movies, of course. But I'll also miss watching them with a really great group of people: drooling over the pretty boys, making up our own (often better) dialogue, and laughing hysterically at inappropriate times (oh, The Notebook! And Sleepover!). These are the things you just can't do with a real audience, and it's just oh-so-fun.
On the upside, odds are I'll be back at Christmas. At which time I'll have three weeks to figure out the names of all the new employees, and try to squeeze in screenings and group dates at the Dube. Even if I don't make it back onto the theater staff, I think I can count on the Dube--and it's great having that at home again.
At any rate, I'm off for one last screening: double feature, We Don't Live Here Anymore (yay! Peter Krause and Mark Ruffalo!) and Open Water (um. at least it's short?).
