It must be astrological. It’s approaching my birthday and we must have entered Mars or something; but I am in fight mode. And the world is feeling a little hostile right now. Listen to the latest thing that has made me completely lose it.
Yesterday afternoon we met at The Intimate for TheatreSports class before our show. We were having a small shoot for an on-line arts program. Imagine my surprise when I went to turn on the lights and found this note sitting on the still switched on (from Saturday night) lighting board. "Please do not change our lights AGAIN. We will lodge a complaint." No kidding. Now anyone who has ever used a lighting board will know that you can program your lighting sequences into the board or you can do them manually, which is what we do every Monday night. You can’t just not use the board. Naturally, I left a long and involved note back and it wasn’t gentle and friendly.
Then I stuck my head backstage, behind the flats (the moveable theatre walls) and I couldn’t believe what a total pig sty it was; filthy, dangerous and totally disrespectful.
Then, when we were sitting around and choosing which games to put in the box for the night’s performance, one of the flats fell down, on my and Tandi’s heads. I’m not joking. The thing keeled over and fell towards us, giving Tandi a bump and making me literally see stars. Now, flats need weights to hold them down. This one had no weight. It just had a fluffy pink cell phone pillow tied to it.
Naturally, I went hysterical all over again. I phoned the number on the poster of the show that is currently on. An answering machine with a cell phone number. I phoned the cell phone number. I got through to the PR and publicity guy. He spent a long time telling me what it was that I needed to understand. I wasn’t getting it. I still don’t. (I woke up this morning thinking, that show has publicity? But that’s a totally separate matter!)
The bottom line is that if you share a venue you really need to respect that other people are using it; like we always do. We tidy up, put things back, clean out, switch off. So now somebody is going to lodge a complaint. And it’s going to be me.
PS. I do think it’s quite funny that the PR and publicity guy didn’t even manage to get the show onto The Intimate Theatre web site, which still has February listings. Great PR for that show, um, whatsitcalled?