Venting

I’ve been subjected to a lot of theory today. “What happens if x person does y thing at z time.” It annoys me. The most honest answer is “We will solve it in the moment.” Which we will. There’s only so much patience I have for these hypothetical situations particularly when there are lots of practical things that need to be done. You have to do it though I guess. We have a tradition of pretending to be bolshy affectionate or drunk invented audience members with Yorkshire accents when we do the audience responsive bits rehearsing Christmas Carol. (The show was made in Yorkshire). I maintain that you can’t really rehearse audience interaction without a true audience. But it’s worth trying and I’ll never throw out the attempt. Ditto drunk people in a VIP restaurant.

But I knew I’d struggle with my Manager here. I knew it as soon as he jokingly patted me on the back and told me I was a “player” after I’d been talking to a group of people who, I realised as a result of his comment, were all attractive young women.

It’s why I wrote that I liked him yesterday. Because I do. I needed to have that written down to remind me. He’s a bit OCD and a bit sexist. He needs to give us more rein.

To be honest I’m trying to be diplomatic but I’m fuming with him after the last straw when he picked my waiting team for me. We came to some of the same conclusions, but I’d spent the morning working out who I thought would be good or grow from it, and he just went and arbitrated it for me without even considering I might care or be invested, and without asking us despite us making it clear we had thoughts on it. Building the teams is part of the joy for me. Dammit.

All this is detail though. I knew what I was getting into. And I’m happy to vent here, and shut up and be obedient like he wants me to. I can learn from that. He certainly knows things I don’t. Sorry to use my blog as an exhaust vent recently. Tooot.

It was the last early finish tonight, and we got back to Pontins in time to hear them playing Bob the Builder and doing a live Sooty and Sweep show in the big mirrorball hall. Our little team, Darren, Emily and I all jumped in my car and went to a restaurant where we could experience it from the other side one last time.

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I still think the next few days will be fun somehow. It’ll be all consuming and then it’ll be gone. My lesson will be holding my tongue. I’ll see how well I do.


Up in the morning, suited and booted in the rain, heading in to work. Four days…

 

Author: albarclay

This blog is a work of creative writing. Do not mistake it for truth. All opinions are mine and not that of my numerous employers.

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