Good Days

I started my job at the theater on Thursday Night. Uneventful as it was, I can't help but say to myself "I love my job" even if the only thing I'll ever do there is usher. I can't explain it, but I guess in everythingyou do there's an intangible thing that makes you happy or miserable. It's not even the people that work there, neccessarily. Sure, I love the people that work at the theater (so far). They've all been friendly and get my sarcasm. And when I tell them that the revival of Sweeney Todd sucked horribly, they agree... of course I can't tell them "I think the Final Fantasy series has gone seriously downhill since Final Fantasy VII, though 6... or 3... whatever... was probably their best made game" - but I know the life I lead, I have a few really close friends that will understand one point, and listen - with interest, adding their own opinions if they can - to the other, but what I do, and the larger groups of people will either be one or the other.

Back to the intangibles...

...See, it's not just people. At Toys R Us I absolutely abhorred the job, which is basically the same as ushering - you deal with the public, asking them what they need, helping them whenever they want. The people there were great though - if I could work with a majority of those people again, in a different place, I totally would. They were probably one of the best group of people I've ever been around.

But there was something beyond the great co-workers and relatively easy job that made me miserable to be there.

Last night I had the opportunity to bartend a party at the theater - a private affair on the top floor. There were about 50 people there, and 3 of us working. Carrieann, Greg, and myself. And, magically, we all got along. There's just something in the air when you fall into the right place with the right people.
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So, why am I wearing a red hoodie when it is obviosuly not hoodie weather?
Good question.

Friday I went to see Shakespeare in the Park.
It was worth all the misery the rainy day brang... like my once white pants now have a hideous water stain on them.
And it didn't warm up. It was August and I wanted my winter coat.
So, I bought myself a 40 dollar hoodie at the Delacourte, and it says Shakespeare in the Park, and it's a million times better than the blue Neet Sheet I wrapped around myself to stay warm.