Good morning, all! DR Jose, come back soon! I've had no one to be mean and rotten to all weekend and you are missed!
I realized yesterday during the middle of my frustrations that the main reason for my unhappiness about the current office situation is partially my fault for assuming that my wonderful colleagues are of the same mind. The problems with this project stem from the fact that it's been without a person in charge since the FAT CONDUCTOR of limitless ego and limited abilities moved on to other projects and further IRS problems.
In our meetings last week about packing up, the sound system never came up and I never thought about suggesting it be packed at the last minute with all the projects I'm working on. Again, my assumption that we're all in agreement bit my butt. So, I'm an adult of sorts. I can take responsibility here.
Today, a bit of work around the apartment, then a trip to the orthopedist. After that, maybe more of the THERESE RAQUIN with Kate Nelligan that I began watching after COUSIN BETTE yesterday.
Robert Kane's Latin classes; the best teacher ever in undergrad and grad school. He was a Manhattan rich boy relocated to the midwest, and a regular theatre goer during his New York years, so he was always good for stories about what he'd seen. His favorite was the 1956 CANDIDE, which he'd seen on a Christmas break from school. When we read Plautus' MENAECHMI he made the class listen to Rodgers & Hart's BOYS FROM SYRACUSE and discuss THE COMEDY OF ERRORS.
My high school music teacher Helen Weinberger, who died last week, was another inspiration, as was my junior high school music teacher Valda Wilkerson, both amazing ladies who could do anything and both of whom I loved unconditionally.