Okay, I’m not exactly in Hamletesque peril and consternation (Wait, I thought that nation was Denmark?) But at the mid-day mark today, right now the universe seems to be conspiring to crumb up my day.
I am substitute teaching today. This is by no means a difficult job, mainly because I’m kind of surly and nothing really scares me anymore. I had a two hour break between classes so I took advantage of this time to go over to Stage West and read the script for the upcoming auditions. (Long story-Highlights- There is an open audition for a touring children’s show, I haven’t auditioned for anything in years and the director is the only person I don’t know that works at this particular theatre, but I’m not really doing any kind of structured activity this summer and I think Katboy is concerned that I’m going to start making felt hand puppets out of loose hair, so I’m auditioning in about a week)
I teach my students to respect their prospective directors by looking well groomed, so the plan to go and read the script fit right in to my schedule.
Then it rained.
I know, rain. Big deal, crazy lady, right?
It is when you are teaching on a campus that is made up of several gorgeous small buildings that are nowhere near the parking lot.
I got soaked and wound up reading the script at the theatre. Fortunately, this is a play for children, so maybe looking like a seal who has dry contact lenses might actually work in my favor.
I don’t know.