Last week was absolutely insane, involving little to no sleep and excessive amounts of work.
Worked at Club Monaco on Monday and Tuesday for 3 hours each time. Worked Thursday and Friday for 8 and 9 hours respectively. Then polished off the weekend working 6 hours on both Saturday and Sunday.
Not enough? How about that full-time day job? Oh, believe me, it suffered on Thursday and Friday, and that wasn't good. Granted, when your manager who does the scheduling at CM is a high-school graduate with no future and no ambition, you're bound to get worked (ha, ha - like that one big baby shmeesus?) once in a while.
Oh but wait, there's even more. How about a little bit of Harold Pinter? Anyone?
That's right. With plenty of dramatic pauses, this monkey spent far a good number of nights last week (after full shifts at CM no less) rehearsing a scene from Pinter's The Dumb Waiter. The scene went up on Saturday morning, and went very well (apparently), despite the fact that a certain sound effect didn't cue on time and I ended up improvising a good 30 extra seconds of dialogue. By the way Ka, I've gleaned a deeper appreciation and understanding of Drama now.
Busy enough yet? Throw in a Jam Party (of the musical variety) and late night winter hot-tubbing on Saturday night with a home time of 4 am, and then a gingerbread house construction experiment on Sunday night. I use the word experiment because it's very possible that in the next couple of days, the house may deteriorate into cookies...
So it's Monday, and I'm a little sleepy, and my apartment is a complete disaster. How are you?