Totally F*cked

To quote one of my least favorite musicals, (Sorry everyone who loves it,) "There's a moment you know, you're fucked."

Well, that was when the show from hell still hasn't reimbursed me for the wardrobe kit that I purchased on my AMEX for the show. Just when you think the fucking show is over, it rares its ugly head and takes over. They got everything mixed up--they can't seem to figure out what reimbursement they need to make, and they claim my paperwork to be, "Confusing". Anyone who knows my paperwork knows its the most anal retentive thing in the world.

It doesn't help that the person who writes the checks quit, on top of it all. They also only paid me for my second payment, which was due in November, and was mailed December 31st. Gee, not just a little bit late, and J's third payment has already paid. Needless to say, my agent is harrassing them.

In the meanwhile, here I am in a VERY cold city, where the costume shop is doing the most amazing work on the costumes for the opera I am working on. They built this doublet all out of patched together leather--I think it took the stitcher about 3 weeks to make the thing. IT IS AWESOME. I can't even tell you all how awesome it is. It makes up for what is happening at the worst show ever....

Last I heard, after a very rough tech at their first stop--this included a performance at which the extra generator brought in to support the lighting and sound equipment blew up because it was left outside in the rain, and the actors were left inside on their own to finish the show with NO soundtrack (No band...just canned music....) and no microphones...to an audience of 57....anyway, Last I heard, they didn't pack the cable that provided power to the light board...so there is no way for them to actually run the lights. Pooor, POOOOOOOR LD. There is only 6 feet upstage of the proscenium for the set. 6 FEET. OK, that's not enough room for the trailers. Imagine, that's about as tall as the average man. POOOOOOOR pooor P. Did I mention that one of the principal actresses' apartments in NYC burned down last week, and that she has NOTHING except what she has on tour?

I say, close this fucker before it hits the rest of us. There is some baaaaad mojo involved in the show, and I pray to God, Shiva, Allah, Jesus, Jehovah, whomever, that it doesn't hit all of us....because I left there almost a month ago, and the pain continues.

OH--Did I mention that the producer of the show I'm currently doing (not the big one in the cold place, but a small one closer to home....) asked me if getting $1000 of free clothing from a national retailer was worth it. REALLY? I MEAN, REALLY? They want to know if we actually saved any money. HELLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!

I'm totally fucked.