Firework

Wow, I am so sorry, blog, that I have neglected you for almost a month. It's been pretty busy. I had one show close (Shipwrecked!, the one I worked) and another open (The Boy Friend, the one in which I'm the lead). I've done some shifts in my job: once the show ended I went back to 9A-5P in the office, but that's just going to change very, very soon with White Christmas taking over my life. On most Wednesdays and all Saturdays, I'll be in the damn theater for almost twelve hours. I'm going to go nuts. I asked for a night off once a week from that... the response I got was, "Well, I'd like a night off, too. Tough." Yeah, eff you. You choose to do all of these projects at once, not my fault. I'm really afraid that this show is going to cause all of my connections to be lost. I've missed my friends so much, but I won't be able to see them... ever. I work all the damn time, and I have nothing to show for it. It's going to be a bitch of a year, and I'm really nervous about becoming bitter. I'm not living the life I want. I'm barely making ends meet... I'm at the point where I'm using stupid cliches like "making ends meet." I can't even write anymore because it's making me so hateful and bitter. I feel like people are always taking advantage of me because I'm so willing to help, and I'm really good at what I do. I tried to make a stand today about the wanting a night off... and I got a minimal compromise. I like working for the company, I do... but I'm not sure being an INTERN is for me. I really refuse to take crap from people, but maybe that'll be my downfall. Maybe that'll lead me to not working with anyone in the future? Who knows. I just have to roll with the punches... jeez, another cliche. I need to go back to school. Penn State or Michigan, please accept me!