It's good for the soul.

So today was one of those go, go, go days. I had a class this morning until 10:40 and then had to leave for work by 11:30 so I could punch in at noon. Mind you, this rush-around feeling wouldn't have been so bad if I didn't have to start the day with Theatre. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy theatre. I was part of a community league for ten years and definately enjoy my fair share of musicals, plays, ballets, etc. But my God, this class just sucks the fun out of all of it. Not only is it an hour and a half long, but we just go on and on about how "brilliant" this one word in this one line in this really old Shakespearean play was, and how our lives should be drastically changed simply because we were blessed enough to read it.
But that's only the start of things. Maybe I could actually try and enjoy what the teacher has to say if I wasn't surrounded by a bunch of freshman theatre majors who do nothing but talk shit and brag about what a good job they did in Cinderella their junior year of high school.
Well guess what, kids. You're in college now. Gossip is no longer the "cool" thing to be a part of, and nobody cares about what you did in high school. It no longer matters. It did not prepare you for the real world of the theatre business and you are not an atristic genius. I just wait for the day when the notorious Professor Ames gets his hands on them. Ames will not and does not hesitate to let you know how absolutely terrible you are, and even if you're slightly decent, he'll still tell you that you're awful because that's how you get better.
Ah, I can hear their cries now.
Anyway...work went pretty well. I was graced with the opportunity to work in the Henrietta Detail Shop for the first time. Grantedf, it's not going to happen all the time, but it was a nice break from the usual. Besides, it was great working with Isaac again. We had a lot of fun. He apparently has a lot of plans for Henrietta's renovation, including putting his foot down about cell phone usage on location. It's ridiculous how bad it is over there. He even wants to paint the outside of the Detail Shop office, which is actually just this giant booth in the middle of a parking lot. It does, however, come with air condition and the smell reminds me of a properly perfumed public restroom.
Other than that it was just the usual wipe cars really fast and hope the rush dies down before 9p.m. sort of day. I realized, though, that I had better buck up for winter, because if I thought tonight was cold, then I am certainly not going to be ready for the subzero temperatures wearing only a turtleneck and a windbreaker. But hey, every winter season working outside starts off as a shock. I mean, the coldest part of your body is usually hands because it's too difficult to work while wearing gloves, but once your knuckles have gotten a couple of cases of frostbite under their skin, they start to toughen up. I'm not worried. I'm actually pretty excited. That job owns me.
But...I suppose it's time for me to think about going to bed. I've already written far too much about things no one else really cares to hear about, so I should stop while I'm ahead. Goodnight, world and always remember: Love is all you need.