Haines His Way

Back from a lovely dinner meeting with a prosepective marketing and publicity person - we all really liked him.  He'll read the play, and if he likes it, then we'll talk turkey.  After that, we'll eat turkey, and after that we'll have the money discussion.

Greetings from the Big Apple. I'm going to bed in a few minutes because 1) I'm really tired and 2) I have to be in to work half an hour early. After work, the amateur department is going on a "field trip" to Carmine's and the Palace Theatre to see ALL SHOOK UP. This will be my FOURTH time seeing that show, and while I thought it was a lot of fun, I'd rather pass on tomorrow's festivities. I spend enough time with my co-workers, and I don't really like that many of them all that much, so to have to spend the evening with them doesn't sound all too appealing. They're disguising the trip as a "morale booster" to get us into the busy season. Really, it's an opportunity for everyone to see the show so we'll/they'll know what to talk about when people want to license it.

DR Jose: Congrats on the LITTLE SHOP gig - or at least the possiblity of the LITTLE SHOP gig. When would you go out and for how long?

I've come to the conclusion that I'm a little bit depressed right now. Is that like being a little bit dead or a little bit pregnant? it just seems like anything and everything that could go wrong or go sour has gone wrong or sour in the last three weeks. The disappointing bonus, the Greek, that play I was supposed to do, my job (which is becoming increasingly unbearable) and every imaginable bill coming due now, including the first of my CPAP payments which was $225 - I think I'm at my limit. I know my problems are NOTHING compared to those of the poor folks on the Delta Coast and I wouldn't dare compare my woes to theirs, but I honestly feel like there's only so much disappointment and so many unpleasant surprises that a person can take before they feel a bit overwhelmed by it all. I don't feel like being around people, I stay shut up in my room when I can and I've been alarmingly angry - at everyone and everything - for the last few weeks. That's not like me.

I realize that many of my recent posts have taken an Eeyore-ish tone and I've done a lot of complaining and whining and ranting and I apologize for it. I'm trying to figure out what I need to do to get myself out of this funk. I just thank you all for putting up with it.
 
And with that, I'm going to shower and go to bed. Tomorrow is new day, right? As DR Jose pointed out as he so kindly and patiently listened to my breakdown earlier tonight, this onslaught of let-downs and frustrations may just be the setup for something wonderful. From Jose's lips to God's ears...

I've come to the conclusion that I'm a little bit depressed right now. Is that like being a little bit dead or a little bit pregnant?

No, it's not at all like being a little bit dead or a little bit pregnant.  Depression can always come in gradations.

You certainly remember what it was like being depressed in the first grade, then in the second grade, then in the third grade...

 

Jason, I think you came up with a pretty good definition off being depressed  I'm sorry that you've been feeling down lately.

My theory has always been that when you deal with what seems like way more than your share of bullsh*t, it just means that all of the bad stuff that would normally be spread out over a longer period of time has been gotten out of the way and only good things will happen.  That theory and a ton of paxil got me through my college years.

And now, past the midnight hour here, I must get to bed. Only got 6 1/2 hours of sleep last night, and, like Oliver Twist, I'd really like some more.

Good night.

Well, I'm gonna try to read a chapter or two of the book I started while I was in Williamstown... I should have been done by now..

Goodnight.

And before I go - again - I was just reading Heloise... The second part of this made me LOL.  Enjoy!

Dear Heloise: Concerning family members missing from wedding (or other) PHOTOS, if the photos are digital, any amateur with photo software can take another photo of the missing individual and insert it, so that it really looks like the person is a part of the picture. You should be able to find someone among your young friends who can do this, or it can be done professionally. -- John Christoffers, via e-mail

We also got an e-mail from Portia Hawley of Orem, Utah. She says: "My daughter Julianne was married last year, and her new husband has two brothers. At the time of the wedding, one of the brothers couldn't attend because he was serving a mission in Australia. My daughter's new mother-in-law works for a local copy store. Before the wedding, she asked her son's mission president to e-mail her a digital photo of her son, which she received and had enlarged, printed 'life-size' and backed on heavy cardboard. When we took photos, we put the 'brother' in them. It felt like he was right there with his family."

...I wonder if they still have the cut out.  

LOL DRJOSE - the problem with my family is taking people OUT of the photos!

Person with the MOST Moxie: Betty Hutton.

Television character with the MOST Moxie: Lucy Ricardo

OMG - DRTCB..... Ya Gotta Have EEE-OOOO was sung by Mr John Ashley in HOW TO MAKE A MONSTER and was also featured on the CD JEEPERS CREEPERS as part of a Monster Medley!  

Donchu know nuthin' bout kulture and musik?

Time for now to go to bed.

I think I'm at my limit. I know my problems are NOTHING compared to those of the poor folks on the Delta Coast and I wouldn't dare compare my woes to theirs, but I honestly feel like there's only so much disappointment and so many unpleasant surprises that a person can take before they feel a bit overwhelmed by it all. I don't feel like being around people, I stay shut up in my room when I can and I've been alarmingly angry - at everyone and everything - for the last few weeks. That's not like me.

I realize that many of my recent posts have taken an Eeyore-ish tone and I've done a lot of complaining and whining and ranting and I apologize for it. I'm trying to figure out what I need to do to get myself out of this funk. I just thank you all for putting up with it.

Sounds oh so very familiar.  Ultimately I found the remedy was to date my roommate.  Granted, the results of this method may vary widely, so PLEASE ignore this at your discretion.