You know what one of the most aggravating things in the world is? When people don't talk to each other. For example - if you have a problem with me, I'd much appreciate being informed of that problem by you. Not the grapevine. I don't want to hear from a friend of a friend of a friend's mother's cousin' uncle's little sister's vague acquaintance's mutual friend that you've been saying some very uncomplimentary things behind my back.
The theatre is possibly the home of the bitchiest people in the world. I'm not pointing fingers, because I will openly admit that I am one of them. But during a show, I greatly dislike hearing bad things about people because it distracts me. So when somebody comes over to me and either tells me that someone has been talking about me, or that "so-and-so did so-and-such to that girl over there and OMFG can you believe it?!" I tend to get a little short-tempered. Unfortunately, the downfall to being in the middle of a show is that a great many bitchy people are gathered together in a very small place for great lengths of time, resulting in uber-bitchy behavior.
Which, let me tell you, is unfortunate. Most of the time, I love these people. I love this theatre. I've never actually lived with another theatre person before this semester, so when the theatre gossip follows me home, I tend to get impatient. When I'm at home, I just want to leave work at work - which is why I'm never, ever going to date another actor.
In other news, to top off this exceptionally pessimistic post, I learned last night that I didn't get the RA job I wanted to help me pay for school next year. I'm looking at my options and I've come down to two:
1. Prostitution/expensive call-girl
2. Army ROTC.
It's a bitch, this major o' mine. Please remind me - somebody, ANYBODY - why I do this?
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You've forgotten assassin. Or sewer ninja. Both of those jobs can be very lucrative.
On a more sympathetic note, sorry to hear about all the nonsense going down in the theater department. I loathe gossip as well; if someone has a legitimate problem, they should tell me and then it can settled with pistols at midnight or something.
*snaps fingers* Goshdarnit, I knew I forgot something. I appreciate the suggestions.
But yes, I fully agree with you. Pistols at midnight are certainly the way to go - and I would much prefer to know if an individual's problem is legitimate, rather than contrived or imagined.
Which makes me think of Sir Richard Steele and his comment on dueling:
"Sir,
Your extraordinary behavior last night, and the liberty you were pleased to take with me, makes me this morning give you this, to tell you, because you are an ill-bred puppy, I will meet you in Hyde Park an hour hence; and because you want both breeding and humanity, I desire you would come with a pistol in your hand, on horseback, and endeavor to shoot me through the head to teach you more manners. If you fail of doing me this pleasure, I shall say you are a rascal, on every post in town: and so, sir, if you will not injure me more, I shall never forgive what you have done already. Pray, sir, do not fail of getting everything ready; and you will infinitely oblige,
Sir,
Your most obedient, humble servant, etc."
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