Sharing the love
Aug. 23rd, 2006 06:06 pmI'm reminded today of two things I love.
First, I love
My job:
I'm the assistant house operations manager at our local performing arts center. I don't work much during the summer; the bulk of my hours occur during the theater season. I had meetings yesterday and today, and today especially, I'm reminded how much I enjoy working with these people. Our tech guys are the greatest. "Mack" (so dubbed here because he played Mack the Knife in the production of The Threepenny Opera I was in) and I got to chat today, and I can't help but love the guy.
izhilzha met him during her visit, and she agrees with me: "Mack" is very lovable in a black leather kind of way. Quiet and rather intimidating if you don't know him, but the sweetest guy you'd want to meet . . . even if he might not want you to know that. :-) And our tech director, who personality-wise is quite a contrast, but also, just a super-nice and extremely entertaining guy (who recced me for my current job 4 years ago). Our box office gals are also great--they're the ones I talk CSI and actor crushes with. And my immediate workmates, our office goddess (read: secretary/receptionist/office manager/she-who-is-actually-in-charge) and my boss, both of whom are incredibly accommodating of any weirdness I might need to include in my schedule. Then there's our Community Outreach people, whom I admire so incredibly much because they do things I don't think I ever could, namely, working with at-risk youth. I don't think I have the temperament to do that well.
Plus it's working in theater. I can honestly say I've never had a time when I've *dreaded* going in to work. Sure, there have been times I haven't particularly wanted to, but we all have those. But I've had a job where I've actually felt sick to my stomach at the prospect of having to go to work, a job that worked me 14-16 hours a day, where the only way I knew I'd been home was that I was wearing different clothes, where I'd be so stressed it was all I could do to keep myself from crying at my desk . . . (come to think of it, there was a time I broke down at my desk . . . very embarrassing . . . ). But I love the PAC, and I love the people I work with. And I love my job.
I'm going to be sad to leave next year.
The second thing I'm reminded of is that I love the music of
Huey Lewis and the News:
My favorite group from my high school days. I pulled out their "best of" CD for my car the other day. Wonderful harmonies, songs I can sing along with (because I know the words, not necessarily because they're in my vocal range), boppy, danceable, fun music from what some might consider a simpler time. I think it's the vocal harmonies and instrumental arrangements that I like best. Their a cappella numbers are great. And their music videos were a hoot! So much fun! They weren't my first rock&roll concert, but I think they were my second. Back when the Sports album was popular (1984?), I saw them at Timber Wolf (I think I told you about it, Sarah, when we were at KI). I think I've seen them 3 times, maybe 4. But that was ages ago.
So, life is good. Listening to Huey Lewis on my way to work. Little blessings mean a lot. Thank You.
First, I love
My job:
I'm the assistant house operations manager at our local performing arts center. I don't work much during the summer; the bulk of my hours occur during the theater season. I had meetings yesterday and today, and today especially, I'm reminded how much I enjoy working with these people. Our tech guys are the greatest. "Mack" (so dubbed here because he played Mack the Knife in the production of The Threepenny Opera I was in) and I got to chat today, and I can't help but love the guy.
Plus it's working in theater. I can honestly say I've never had a time when I've *dreaded* going in to work. Sure, there have been times I haven't particularly wanted to, but we all have those. But I've had a job where I've actually felt sick to my stomach at the prospect of having to go to work, a job that worked me 14-16 hours a day, where the only way I knew I'd been home was that I was wearing different clothes, where I'd be so stressed it was all I could do to keep myself from crying at my desk . . . (come to think of it, there was a time I broke down at my desk . . . very embarrassing . . . ). But I love the PAC, and I love the people I work with. And I love my job.
I'm going to be sad to leave next year.
The second thing I'm reminded of is that I love the music of
Huey Lewis and the News:
My favorite group from my high school days. I pulled out their "best of" CD for my car the other day. Wonderful harmonies, songs I can sing along with (because I know the words, not necessarily because they're in my vocal range), boppy, danceable, fun music from what some might consider a simpler time. I think it's the vocal harmonies and instrumental arrangements that I like best. Their a cappella numbers are great. And their music videos were a hoot! So much fun! They weren't my first rock&roll concert, but I think they were my second. Back when the Sports album was popular (1984?), I saw them at Timber Wolf (I think I told you about it, Sarah, when we were at KI). I think I've seen them 3 times, maybe 4. But that was ages ago.
So, life is good. Listening to Huey Lewis on my way to work. Little blessings mean a lot. Thank You.
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Date: 2006-08-24 12:46 am (UTC)Of course, what will happen is that I won't be able to find anything by them anyway...
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Date: 2006-08-24 01:19 am (UTC)Looking back at my collection, I realize that I've had all of their albums in my possession at one time or another. Huh. And somewhere in the dusty corners of the house are t-shirts from my concert experiences.
Ah, good times.