So. Monday. Last Monday to be exact.
I'm in this group called Sketchy Business here, it's a gorup that gets together and writes skits, puts together a show, and performs about once a month. We meet Mondays and Wednesdays. I'm no actor, so I write for them. My friends run it so I figured I'd go a help out. I'm directing a couple scenes for the show this coming Wednesday which involve music that I cut on my computer. I play this on Monday for the rehearsal, close my computer and when I get back to my room my monitor won't turn on. Turns out the backlight blew or something and you can't see anything. Now this isn't the first time this has happened, though it was with another computer.
So I'm without my computer now. I go to Campus Computing in theonly time I have free Tues. while they're open and leave my computer there. I get a call later saying it's the backlight and that I can come pick it up tomorrow.
I pick it up Wednesday morning. they guys basically tells me it could be this, this, or this, but he's not sure. All I'm thinking is did you even open it up to see what might be wrong? Doesn't seem like it. However at this point there's some silver lining in that I do have a credit with the school and I went to see if i could use that for a new computer because that one has had numerous things go wrong with it prior. So that's good news. I'm still without a computer, but things are looking up because I can get a new one.
Thursday, things went alright until the end of crew when I burned my thumb and middle finger on my left hand on a gobo. It was pretty bad. I went to dinner and then came back early for night crew. I was fussing with the same gobo because it was square, but needed to be round. It had a little thing in it to like cut/peel off to make it round, but mind you gobos are pieces of metal. cutting makes for sharp edges. I was putting it in the frame and it was getting stuck and wouldn't go in all the way so I grasp the edge of the frame with my thumb and forefinger of my left hand and pull the gobo out. Remember the sharp edges? They went pretty deep into my forefinger and it bled for a long while. This was half an hour before crew started, and I was leading this night shop as it was the focus day for lights. Needless to say that was an interesting time of me being quite absent minded and walking around like ET with my finger in the air to stop the bleeding. [By this time my finger was wrapped in gauze and a bandaid with tape to keep it on. Now no adults are really around because this is in the student run theatre, and I didn't go find anyone because I know my first aid, plus if I told/showed Heather it would mean a hospital trip and most likely completely unnecessary stitches. I didn't get stitches for when I drove a chisel into my hand my sophomore year of high school. This wasn't as bad as that.
Friday comes around and I get my paycheck as well as the credit check from the school. The mail at school has already gone through so I stop by to cancel my drum lesson [because it's hard to hold drumsticks properly when you have a finger that you have to be careful about not bending a certain way so the cut heals together] and then head to the post office in town. I pay $18.30 to get the checks home the next day so I can get the money and get the computer that weekend. Come to find out even with all the plans running through my mind knowing the bank is closed Saturday that it won't really be possible and that I basically spent $20 for nothing.
Saturday was just me being frustrated over the whole week during morning crew painting the floor and I don't hardly remember the rest of the day save going to the show that night and then the Hookah bar afterward. [I'm not a smoker, so I sat there while most everyone else did. Still had a great time.]
Sunday went to church, then lunch. It was a much better day because we had figured out that i could transfer the amount I needed from my mom's account into mine because she had enough even with the check not clearing to get the computer. So I did that and found a ride to Best buy and bought myself a brand new Toshiba laptop. Millions of times better than my old Compaq. [Not an old computer really, I'd only had it for over a year and a half but with all the issues I'd had with it, it wasn't worth it anymore.]
So a hell of a week. Now this week starts tech for the show I'm designing so that should be interesting. The director and others are making ridiculous requests of the other designers and it's frustrating me to no end, and I don't even get any of it because there's nothing special for lights in this show. They want to add in a hanging bookshelf instead of a table with a lamp. The walls we put up are not structural. They can't handle a bookshelf hanging on them--even with only one book. The facing ins only a quarter inch thick. It's RIDICULOUS. And they've asked to change the legs of the bed for the third time. And by how much this time? An inch. REALLY? Is that really going to make any difference at all?.
UGH. People can be frustrating. Life can be frustrating.
Things are going better now in general for me. The slice has pretty much sealed back together, I've stopped putting the butterfly closures on it. [My first aid kit for some reason had them and that's what my school nurse put on the chisel wound and it worked wonderfully. I was super excited when I saw them.] My new computer is wonderful. Bigger screen than before and I literally cried because it made NO NOISE when I turned it on. I thought it hadn't turned on. My other one was so loud it was terribly embarrassing.
Anyway, it's almost 1:30, I should probably go to bed and stop ranting on and on about all the shit that's been going on this past week and that will be going on. It's really not all that bad--last week was just a terrible exception.
Sakitu
I'm in this group called Sketchy Business here, it's a gorup that gets together and writes skits, puts together a show, and performs about once a month. We meet Mondays and Wednesdays. I'm no actor, so I write for them. My friends run it so I figured I'd go a help out. I'm directing a couple scenes for the show this coming Wednesday which involve music that I cut on my computer. I play this on Monday for the rehearsal, close my computer and when I get back to my room my monitor won't turn on. Turns out the backlight blew or something and you can't see anything. Now this isn't the first time this has happened, though it was with another computer.
So I'm without my computer now. I go to Campus Computing in theonly time I have free Tues. while they're open and leave my computer there. I get a call later saying it's the backlight and that I can come pick it up tomorrow.
I pick it up Wednesday morning. they guys basically tells me it could be this, this, or this, but he's not sure. All I'm thinking is did you even open it up to see what might be wrong? Doesn't seem like it. However at this point there's some silver lining in that I do have a credit with the school and I went to see if i could use that for a new computer because that one has had numerous things go wrong with it prior. So that's good news. I'm still without a computer, but things are looking up because I can get a new one.
Thursday, things went alright until the end of crew when I burned my thumb and middle finger on my left hand on a gobo. It was pretty bad. I went to dinner and then came back early for night crew. I was fussing with the same gobo because it was square, but needed to be round. It had a little thing in it to like cut/peel off to make it round, but mind you gobos are pieces of metal. cutting makes for sharp edges. I was putting it in the frame and it was getting stuck and wouldn't go in all the way so I grasp the edge of the frame with my thumb and forefinger of my left hand and pull the gobo out. Remember the sharp edges? They went pretty deep into my forefinger and it bled for a long while. This was half an hour before crew started, and I was leading this night shop as it was the focus day for lights. Needless to say that was an interesting time of me being quite absent minded and walking around like ET with my finger in the air to stop the bleeding. [By this time my finger was wrapped in gauze and a bandaid with tape to keep it on. Now no adults are really around because this is in the student run theatre, and I didn't go find anyone because I know my first aid, plus if I told/showed Heather it would mean a hospital trip and most likely completely unnecessary stitches. I didn't get stitches for when I drove a chisel into my hand my sophomore year of high school. This wasn't as bad as that.
Friday comes around and I get my paycheck as well as the credit check from the school. The mail at school has already gone through so I stop by to cancel my drum lesson [because it's hard to hold drumsticks properly when you have a finger that you have to be careful about not bending a certain way so the cut heals together] and then head to the post office in town. I pay $18.30 to get the checks home the next day so I can get the money and get the computer that weekend. Come to find out even with all the plans running through my mind knowing the bank is closed Saturday that it won't really be possible and that I basically spent $20 for nothing.
Saturday was just me being frustrated over the whole week during morning crew painting the floor and I don't hardly remember the rest of the day save going to the show that night and then the Hookah bar afterward. [I'm not a smoker, so I sat there while most everyone else did. Still had a great time.]
Sunday went to church, then lunch. It was a much better day because we had figured out that i could transfer the amount I needed from my mom's account into mine because she had enough even with the check not clearing to get the computer. So I did that and found a ride to Best buy and bought myself a brand new Toshiba laptop. Millions of times better than my old Compaq. [Not an old computer really, I'd only had it for over a year and a half but with all the issues I'd had with it, it wasn't worth it anymore.]
So a hell of a week. Now this week starts tech for the show I'm designing so that should be interesting. The director and others are making ridiculous requests of the other designers and it's frustrating me to no end, and I don't even get any of it because there's nothing special for lights in this show. They want to add in a hanging bookshelf instead of a table with a lamp. The walls we put up are not structural. They can't handle a bookshelf hanging on them--even with only one book. The facing ins only a quarter inch thick. It's RIDICULOUS. And they've asked to change the legs of the bed for the third time. And by how much this time? An inch. REALLY? Is that really going to make any difference at all?.
UGH. People can be frustrating. Life can be frustrating.
Things are going better now in general for me. The slice has pretty much sealed back together, I've stopped putting the butterfly closures on it. [My first aid kit for some reason had them and that's what my school nurse put on the chisel wound and it worked wonderfully. I was super excited when I saw them.] My new computer is wonderful. Bigger screen than before and I literally cried because it made NO NOISE when I turned it on. I thought it hadn't turned on. My other one was so loud it was terribly embarrassing.
Anyway, it's almost 1:30, I should probably go to bed and stop ranting on and on about all the shit that's been going on this past week and that will be going on. It's really not all that bad--last week was just a terrible exception.
Sakitu
