I am now breathing a long sigh of relief: I got the job and I start on Monday.
I have only had one day of work since December, and the total amount of money I have is simply random coins in my back pocket. Things were pretty dire, but now, things are looking up once again. My latest assignments concern making sense of the mailing lists, transferring films to DVD, and learning how to decipher my boss' s handwriting. She handwrites everything, and her long, flourishy letters are something else entirely. Considering the amount that she produces, I'm in for a good few months of making sense of everything...
The first quarter of the year is simply writing grants, organizing information of past productions, including money earned from admissions to the past half dozen shows, volunteer hours, and getting a new storage system in place. Our theatre is on the lowest level, while our department offices are a long hallway away, and up three flights. We've been using a communal storage area that we are outgrowing, and there is a space available to make into storage just next door to the theatre. Construction time, yay.
The second quarter will be mostly production. A couple of dance presentations, a student production, and an incoming theatre troupe. Production is insanely hectic. It's usually a 60 hr week translating into many long nights and early starts.
The summer will be just as busy: a Toronto theatre group holds a summer camp at our space, and with many participants off reserve for the first time, there is a lot of issues that come with it. Challenging is the first word that comes to mind.
I've also got a play of my own that is going to be reviewed soon. If it's up to par, grantwriting follows, and if approved, workshops will be followed by presentation. This is a long and tedious process. As a writer, I'd rather just do my thing, and let others do with it as they may. As a writer who hopes to continue in this arts community, so much more will need to be done.
On the homefront, I think there's something big going on with my girl. She won't tell me, but she doesn't want to go to school, and has been playing hooky. Now, I'm not indulging her, as she has had a slight fever, and since my whole family is down with the flu, I was playing it safe by keeping her home. As time went on, it was more noticable that she was actually not feeling that bad at all. She's at school now, but there's been tears every morning, and she's very clingy.
Ah life with it's ups and downs. I'm taking everything as it comes to me, and sometimes that's all you can do.