Week 6

I Was Happy In The Haze of A DayQuil Hour

Unfortunately, I spent the first two days of this week a little high on DayQuil due to an unfortunate and untimely cold. This was clearly marked in my head after I asked Ms. Celise, with no context or warning, if she’s ever met Oprah. (Trust me, it made sense in my head but just didn’t carry through out loud.) Rightfully so, she said it was a little weird, but ok. (Which, in truth, should be the name of my memoir. “A Little Weird, but OK”).

On Monday I spent a majority of the day blowing snot into tissues I stole from a hotel last month and working on research for Ugly Lies The Bone.

Tuesday I went to a corporate meeting, where I was the “Protector of the Cord.” We had to bring a laptop downstairs to the meeting and of course I decided to wear a relatively short dress (it’s hot in Atlanta ok?!) and had to climb under this meeting table to plug in the cord. I apologize to any hot shot Board execs that saw my Target underwear, I hope it helped get funding for our department.

Another interesting thing about this meeting was that there was an ENORMOUS fly in this room. Mind you, I’m still a little woozy because of cough syrup, so my first thought is, “hey, what’s up Jeff Goldblum?” but for everyone else in the meeting, I could tell they weren’t excited by the Jurassic Park II star at all.

Other than the fly and my unfortunate showcase, again, I’m sorry, I think the meeting went really well! Whoo hoo Riser Artist Lab!

Wednesday was the best day because I was invited out to lunch with everyone because Jessica Holt, Yale Director and Superstar, was leaving Alliance. Anyway, aside from the fact that I spent $13 on a grilled cheese (I should have just bought Chik Fil A then brought it to this lunch) it was really fun and I felt like I was hanging out with my big theater nerd family. I was like Carrie Bradshaw, except small and Asian and not successful at all. Ok, maybe more I was like Joey in “Friends.” No, maybe I was Joey from “Friends” when he’s in that ad for the Japanese men’s lipstick.

On Thursday, Ms. Celise and I went on the hunt for arts and crafts to brace ourselves for the upcoming Temple Bombing workshop. Yes, the play in which we have absolutely nothing written but it’s going to be performed sometime this season. I can feel you anxiety sweat as you read this. Trust me, my thoughts exactly.

Anyway, we assembled all the things these established theater people, these grown-ups so to speak, need to make this play: markers, big paper, stickers, and plenty of snacks.

While we were in this studio, we had to bring the cart into the room via this insane, Saw machine looking lift. Which was equal parts scary as well as fun. It moves remarkably slow so I highly recommend using this machine as your family’s next vacation rather than blowing tons of money on Disney.

Friday I didn’t work at the office, but I went to Emory to do archival research for Temple Bombing. This included me going through the personal things of Rabbi Jacob Rothschild. You would think I would be thrilled by being nosy, but all the papers were really smelly. It just reminded me of the grandmas at the Temple I went to first grade for. They all smelled like matzo balls and stories about their grandkids “back in Brooklyn.”