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It's the little things...

Thu, 07 Feb 2008 20:50:45 -0800

My operational duties as a theatre major over the past three and a half years have bound me to my cell in a way I hadn't thought possible. Now, I've never had a particularly fancy phone, not to mention a phone that cost more than $30 at radio-shack, but a cell phone is a cell phone, right? It makes calls.
Yeah. Right.
My current phone is held together by gaff tape (think the .357 magnum of duct tape) and has more function as a self-defense weapon than an actual phone, but it makes the calls. It has a battery life that (thankfully) averages 36 hours, but it really doesn't let me know when it's low on battery, until a beep and a sharp click announce the end of my phone call (and if today is any indication, my new job). If you think it would just be easy enough for me to count, you don't know me. And if the screen doesn't work, it probably means there's going to be rain. But it's the Pacific Northwest. How often can it rain here?
All this seems, well, trivial, but having been trained to keep my cell phone on and near literally 24/7, it feels wrong.
I have phantom phone pains. Some amputees feel the hand/leg/pelvis they've lost. I feel the absence of my phone.
Okay, so get a new phone. Right? Sounds far easier than it really is.
Problem the first) I'm moving in 4 months. Most cell phone plans don't like that a lot. But whatever. After a probable year or so of my life spent in the world of hold (most of it with cell phone providers) i couldn't care less what they like.
Problem the second) Salespeople love me. There is some international sign language that salespeople read fluently. In this language, I apparently yell at the top of my proverbial lungs "I have no money sense and am easily convinced to spend huge amounts on shit I don't need!" It's not a good idea for me to go into Safeway alone, let alone a mall. I'm just weak-willed. Go figure.
Problem the third) I'm broke.
So a new phone really isn't an option.
Again, some of you may be thinking that this is still (despite my phantom phone pains) a trivial problem. Well, it is. But with no major and only three classes and a fairly fantastic social life, I only really have trivial problems. And i'm bored.
So I obsess. So what?
Have a good night.

Post Thesis

Sun, 20 Jan 2008 20:43:32 -0800

Well. Yeah.
Somebody want to tell me what happens now?
I've finished my thesis. I've finished my major. I have 1.5 institutional credits left. What now?
Ah... Resumés. Jobs. Debt. Grad School. Is that what the next 2, 5, 10 years looks like?
But then, I don't have to go to grad school right away. And I've got that job offer already... tentative but it's something. And I've written resumés before. And the debt.... well there's no silver lining on that one, but I can deal with the debt.
Okay, life really does go on after college. Just another interview, another application, another move....
But this time, a different me.

When 13 hours seems normal...

Mon, 15 Oct 2007 18:56:04 -0800

There is a point in each day where I count the hours I've been working. I am a theatre major, so there is no shortage of long days. Tech week alone can consume between 10 and 14 hours a day.
I have my classes, and work, and rehearsals, and homework, all time-consuming endeavors, and it is hard to roll out of bed every morning and face a day that long. But in the end, what helps me get my feet to the floor is that it is worth it. Every hour I spend working does pay off, and whenever a show goes up on it's feet, I feel entirely justified.
It's worth it... if you're tough enough.