How is it only Thursday? This week seems to have gone so quickly and yet dragged on so slowly that it’s seeming like it’s never going to end at all! Not that it’s been bad – far from it really – just…busy. So very very busy.
The line is in the process of rolling out a new show, a BIG new show, and as a result there are more corporate representatives on board than you can shake a stick at. And when something this big is going on, the rest of us little people just jump at the big guys’ commands.
Because the new show involves almost every muso on board, Amras is in rehearsal almost all day every day. We see each other for meals – occasionally – and fit in the occasional (rather brutal) game of Call of Duty in between times, but between his schedule, the fact that I have a corporate rep on board as well, and the IPM schedule; there’s been little time for socializing.
But at the very least, the show is going to be INCREDIBLE. We are all so excited.
Thankfully, even though the schedule is so crazy it’s been colour coded (and changed at least three times in as many days) – I’m still officially off work no later than 6pm every night; which means that the nights I go up to see the band, or out to dance, I’m actually going because I *want* to, not because I *have* to, and when I’m choosing not to go out (which is just as often) I’m finally having time to re-read the epic fantasy series I’ve been trying to finish since University. Not having to work around 10 hour days makes rather a difference in one’s sanity, no matter how many suits are looking over your shoulder.
As far as Sitka itself goes – it is wonderful to be back here, if not well…wet. Really wet. Alaska is, after all, the largest temperate rainforest in the Pacific Northwest and that means it rains. When Amras and I went out after general drill this morning – huddled under one rather pathetic umbrella – we barely made it to the coffee shop without getting drenched. But the nice thing is that Sitka hasn’t changed, it still feels like it always has, the coffee is still yummy, and the bagels still have the perfect crunch. And if it had not been too rainy to brave the walk, I’m sure the National Park would have the same lost-yourself-in-it quality I have always so treasured here.
Of course the rain has one downside, sloshing through it on the way home I managed to walk right into a several-inches deep puddle, with both feet of course…at which point I stopped and simply said, in my most purposely childish voice because there is not a darn thing you can do about it at that point
“WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!”
And then proceeded to spend the rest of the walk home laughing about it…it feels good to laugh.
But, I am glad that I bought new socks!