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i despair for the human race
Friday, 3 June 2011 22:37Live-bloggin' from work, where I'm one of the babysitters for this clusterfuck of a show. The Embassy of [name of small African nation redacted] rented the theatre to put on some native play, translated into English. Yay, Cultural Arts Center putting on Works of Culture. Hooray.
They were late.
The catering from another event on campus showed up because they got lost.
The actors don't know how to stand where the light is, so I've been having to reach over the person running the pre-set cues to add lights where the people are standing.
The play itself is pretty awful--and a number of major plot points and jokes revolve around rape and other abuse of women.
Kill me now?
(Thank God it's almost over. I'm going to need booze when I get home.)
ETA: Dear God, my spelling is atrocious.
They were late.
The catering from another event on campus showed up because they got lost.
The actors don't know how to stand where the light is, so I've been having to reach over the person running the pre-set cues to add lights where the people are standing.
The play itself is pretty awful--and a number of major plot points and jokes revolve around rape and other abuse of women.
Kill me now?
(Thank God it's almost over. I'm going to need booze when I get home.)
ETA: Dear God, my spelling is atrocious.
