One more day til unemployment
It will make you feel so glum,
No more money left for cool things
No more money left for cool things
Or for anything that's fun...
Hopefully Herbert Kretzmer won't mind me bastardising his lyrics to make my point here. On a side note, I haven't been to see the film version yet, but I am hoping to in the next week or so because I do really want to goooooo.
Ahem.
It's 2am, I just (about half an hour ago at least) got back from a night out at my theatre for Skit-the staff version of the pantomime that I've been working for the last 6 weeks (Originally typed months here, it feels longer than it's been, clearly). It followed basically the same story line although there were a lot more nob jokes than in the family friendly version, and it was pretty hilarious. Tomorrow I'm working the matinee performance and then watching the final showing as is traditional. And then that's it. This time tomorrow I'll be unemployed again. I'm only just realising how much I'm going to miss it-it's not the most difficult job by any stretch of the imagination, but it's something I've really really enjoyed doing and can do well. Of course, it's the people that make it, and no matter how much they could have resented us newbies for coming in and purloining all their shifts, none of them seemed to in reality. Actually, they're all really great people, I've never had a shift where I felt like I didn't have anyone to talk to or like I wasn't included in the group. They've helped me out when I needed help and didn't try to help once I knew what I was doing which is always nice. Theatres can be very cliquey places and it's easy to be estranged from people within them, but I've not felt any of that whilst I've been here. Everyone will nod and smile a hello at you even when they clearly haven't the foggiest who you are, and that's really wonderful. It makes me really sad to think I more than likely won't see most of them ever again.
It's 2am, I just (about half an hour ago at least) got back from a night out at my theatre for Skit-the staff version of the pantomime that I've been working for the last 6 weeks (Originally typed months here, it feels longer than it's been, clearly). It followed basically the same story line although there were a lot more nob jokes than in the family friendly version, and it was pretty hilarious. Tomorrow I'm working the matinee performance and then watching the final showing as is traditional. And then that's it. This time tomorrow I'll be unemployed again. I'm only just realising how much I'm going to miss it-it's not the most difficult job by any stretch of the imagination, but it's something I've really really enjoyed doing and can do well. Of course, it's the people that make it, and no matter how much they could have resented us newbies for coming in and purloining all their shifts, none of them seemed to in reality. Actually, they're all really great people, I've never had a shift where I felt like I didn't have anyone to talk to or like I wasn't included in the group. They've helped me out when I needed help and didn't try to help once I knew what I was doing which is always nice. Theatres can be very cliquey places and it's easy to be estranged from people within them, but I've not felt any of that whilst I've been here. Everyone will nod and smile a hello at you even when they clearly haven't the foggiest who you are, and that's really wonderful. It makes me really sad to think I more than likely won't see most of them ever again.
But that's not the only rubbish thing. I like having a job, I like feeling like a helpful member of society, I like having a reason to get dressed and leave the house a couple of days a week. I know that I'm just going to go back to spending all my time in my pyjamas and feeling sorry for myself again soon, and that's RUBBISH. And then I'm going to have to spend my time getting REALLY stressed out at application forms to the point where I just get cross and then don't do them anyway, because that's what always happens. I'm really bad at this whole 'being a grown up' thing. And if anyone tells me that 'All good things have to come to an end' I'm going to throw things at them, because that's a pants life philosophy to live by. Also because I don't want this one too, because I love it just a little bit too much.
Ugh.
Fine.
Hand me the job section of the local paper, but know that I'm not going to enjoy this, not one little bit. I think I'm entitled to just a little bit of sulking, no?
One more shift left at the Playhouse
Then it's time to see the show,
I've had such a brilliant time there
And I don't want to go.
SIGH.
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