So, it's almost 2 am for me, here. What time it is it for you would depend on where you live and when you are reading this, so I will skip that part. Also, I have not yet decided whether or not this post will count for Sunday... It might turn out to be just a late night rant that don't mean nothin'. I guess you will just have to wait and find out, won't you?
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Ok, so here is the best, slash worst, slash best again (thanks David Cross), thing about my job: During 4 and 7 hour shifts, I really only do about 45 and 90 min of actual, real work, respectively. The rest of the time is spent bullshi**ing, playing with the computer, sitting in the box office (staring into space), telling people where the bathroom is, watching the show, hanging out and drinking free beer. Now, that may sound great to some of you, but there are three very important things to keep in mind: A) After about 15 minutes, even getting paid to do nothing is nauseatingly boring. B) Although improv is "unscripted," there is plenty of repetition from night to night... Hell, I was working the door tonight, and I heard a couple of the same jokes in both shows! C) All the actors at the club think they are SOOOOO effin' funny. We have this post-work pow-wow where we all sit in a circle in this freezing cold back room where all the cast members can smoke cigarettes inside, crack lame jokes and discuss how the show went while the staff members sit there silently and stare at them. I have only tried to speak once and I was interrupted, so I gave up.
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...AND ANOTHER THING: Don't forget that it is daylight whats-ama-jigger tonight... you know... the weekend when you have a killer excuse to go to work an hour late on Monday. I just looked at the clock and saw that it was 3:30. I was like, "I only had, like, 3 beers!! How the hell could an hour and a half go by while I'm writing this!?
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