Holidaying
September 23rd 2008 07:55
Whether it's just that I've been rehearsing, and then performing, in a play as well as working for the last several weeks, or whether it's some other kind of tiredness, I'm not sure. But I certainly feel as though I could do with a holiday. Brazil vacation packages look nice, for one, except I don't have the cash - or the time; can't see the boss letting me off work for more than a few days. We discussed this today, in fact, and it looks as though I'll be able to have half of next Wednesday off as well as all Thursday and Friday. Must say that sounds good, short and all as it is.
I can't get all Wednesday off because both the bosses are off to Wellington for the Presbyterian General Assembly, the big occasion that occurs every two years, and requires a heap of work from everyone concerned. We're in the process of trying to put together a pamphlet talking about what we do: it's been the cause of some friction in the office over the last couple of days. But again, I think that can be put down to general tiredness all round. It's been a tougher year than any of us anticipated. I won't go into details, but the stress levels have been high - not so much for me, but certainly for the other two on the team.
I thought I might have left stress behind when I finished at the bookshop, but obviously it's a fact of life (!)
Anyway, I have tomorrow off as well, because of the play. We've got a morning performance and by the time I'm finished with that, I'm usually shot, too shot certainly to go back and try and do some work. I tried working after morning performances when I was in the shop and discovered back then it wasn't a good idea. The brain just doesn't clear that quickly.
Even though this play isn't as full on as The Magician's Nephew was for me, it still requires a fair amount of creative energy, as any play does. Even in the scenes where I don't actually say or do anything much, it's still necessary to be on your mettle, and to keep performing, keeping the character alive. I love it while I'm doing it; it's just that when I've finished I feel as though I've run a fair race. It's curious how your energy lifts so much when you're performing: I forget sore knees and old bones, and become relatively 'young' again. But as soon as the play's done, I retire to my dressing room like the old bloke I really am!
I can't get all Wednesday off because both the bosses are off to Wellington for the Presbyterian General Assembly, the big occasion that occurs every two years, and requires a heap of work from everyone concerned. We're in the process of trying to put together a pamphlet talking about what we do: it's been the cause of some friction in the office over the last couple of days. But again, I think that can be put down to general tiredness all round. It's been a tougher year than any of us anticipated. I won't go into details, but the stress levels have been high - not so much for me, but certainly for the other two on the team.
I thought I might have left stress behind when I finished at the bookshop, but obviously it's a fact of life (!)
Anyway, I have tomorrow off as well, because of the play. We've got a morning performance and by the time I'm finished with that, I'm usually shot, too shot certainly to go back and try and do some work. I tried working after morning performances when I was in the shop and discovered back then it wasn't a good idea. The brain just doesn't clear that quickly.
Even though this play isn't as full on as The Magician's Nephew was for me, it still requires a fair amount of creative energy, as any play does. Even in the scenes where I don't actually say or do anything much, it's still necessary to be on your mettle, and to keep performing, keeping the character alive. I love it while I'm doing it; it's just that when I've finished I feel as though I've run a fair race. It's curious how your energy lifts so much when you're performing: I forget sore knees and old bones, and become relatively 'young' again. But as soon as the play's done, I retire to my dressing room like the old bloke I really am!
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