First, the day actually started out okay. After my shower, my darling husband brought me a delicious cup of coffee just the way I like it; and his cat, Leo, was extra snuggly and sweet.
However, Leo was so into getting his pets and scratches, I hadn’t even started my cream of wheat with chia seeds before my husband headed out to work.
The tasks I had set myself to accomplish in the morning were:
- Clean the cat box
- Take out the trash and recyling and put the barrels at the curb.
- Sweep the house.
- Print out my theater resume and headshot.
- Print out the music for an audition.
Before I eat my cream of wheat, I complete items 1 and 2. Yay, off to a great start.
Only, then I logged onto my computer I found work waiting for me from the other law firm I do word processing for. Okay – extra money.
I pull up the document which the attorney says needs a Table of Contents and Table of Authorities – fine this should be a one hour job.
First, the whole fucking document needs to be formatted correctly – it’s a mess; and this includes fixing cites that are mostly done wrong (but not all the time, because lulling me into a sense of security is no fun); acronyms that the attorney has not defined – so I get to look them up and see if they should or should not be marked for a table of authorities – and if they should, I need to find the proper references to the relevant statutes.
So it’s a two hour job. But – yay – extra money.
Now I sweep the house. This is not as arduous as I make it out to be. We have a pretty small house, but between runaway dryer sheets cat fluff and kitty litter dust, it takes awhile.
I do my little exercise routine and then I lay down to ice my knee and back and read. I get all settled in with the ice packs just perfect when I realize, I left my fucking reading glasses on the dresser. I decided to forego reading and just lie there – worrying about this audition.
Fifteen minutes later, I can’t stand it any more. I have no idea what I want for lunch. So I decide to get my theater resume and headshot printed.
No matter how many times I do my theater resume and how careful I am to save it on my computer where it would be easy to find, I can never find the most recent version. So I pull up an old one, and I realize I have to add 3 shows to it. Add three shows. Now I have to adjust everything so the necessary info still fits. Time to delete some old stuff (and sometimes, I feel like all I am is old stuff).
Now what to do about a headshot? For the last few years, I’ve been using a composite of personal pics from shows I’ve done with a pic of me at 5-years old in the middle. But I decided to use a real headshot, only I don’t have a current headshot. My most recent headshot, I have super short hair. The next most recent I have shoulder length hair. In both of these, my hair is dyed dark brown. My hair is now far from being dark brown (see my last post). I decide to go with the one with longer hair. Why not.
Now music. I don’t have a clue what I want to sing. Or, actually, I have 2 different songs, and I don’t know which I should do. So I copy both. Using our little printer/copier is always an adventure – so there are lots of unusable sheets. But I finally get usable copies of both songs, after a whole lot of frustration.
Time to log in for work. Oh boy, more attorneys.
To be continued ….