Alright, so the word today is "Bitch Work"
What does that mean do you ask? Well my definition of Bitch Work is the current job position I hold. I work at Abuelo's Mexican Food Embassy, a really fancy sounding name for a really basic, new to the market upscaled Taco Bell, with help whose IQ, discluding myself, adds up to probably a whopping 6, maybe 7, but that's being nice.
Instead of doing what I love, acting, and trying to make a living at it, I've taken the road less traveled, withdrawn from my univeristy for the remainder of the year, put a hold on acting altogether, and devoted my life to work...well, moreso making money...but in that pursuit, the bitch work I am currently enduring.
I have to bus tables, greet customers, clean up their dirty dishes in the back with my bare hands, and thats just starters. If you want to experience how that feels, go to a friends house for dinner, make sure its something messy like Sloppy Joes or Spaghetti, something that requires alot of fork/spoon-in-mouth and saliva action, if you're friends grandparents with the fake teeth can come thats always a plus, and then offer to clean their dishes. The catch, if not bad enough already is you can't use any sopa or water until you've used the silverware to remove all the food from all the plates, and you can't use your own, you have to use someone elses.
Fun, eh?
Along with that privlege, I'm on my feet for 7-8 hrs straight, have to take out immense amounts of garbage, and to top it all off when the restaurant closes at midnight, on average, I'm there till 1:30-2am folding silverware for the next day's work (tonight I got lucky and got out early).
The true definition of my job in one sentence? What you don't eat, I get to wear.
But it's not all bad, had some visitors tonight. Michael and Emily Gaare, close friends of mine who I had the amazing privlege of co-starring with on stage in King O' The Moon, more on that in a bit, as well as my parents, and surprislingly enough a woman whom I vaguely remembered, but who remembered me from King O' The Moon, and she made a special effort to inform me of such.
So for the brief hour and a half to 2 hours that these particular guests where in the restaurant, things went well, and rather quickly for a change, its just too bad that they can't come every night.
But then again, Michael sneezing in a tissue and then attempting to stuff it in my carrier pouch was less the appreciated. So I guess it's a give/take kind of thing.
Just a past reference, OCTA and King O' The Moon. I'll make this short and sweet because come next friday I'll have a reason to elaborate. King O' The Moon was a play that I was in that just ended its run at Chagrin Valley Little Theater, a sequel to a show they ran last season called Over The Tavern (which won alot of awards statewide at OCTA) and in it I had the lead role, whose name is Rudy Pazinski (wonder where I got my blog name??). The cast was incredible, both on and off stage, and unlike alot of casts I've been involved with is trying to stay relativly involved with each other which is amazingly cool.
OCTA, is the Ohio Community Theater Awards competition. Apparently, rumor leads us all to believe, well rumor and Julia Wolff, that our show may have the chance to join its predecessor in the record books, per se, and compete at OCTA this year. What that means is even though th show closed February 11th, come the end of June the cast will get back together to rehearse a specific scene, and then July 4th weekend, present that scene to judges who will be watching scenes from several community theaters in the region, and whoever wins that gets to go to the statewide competition in Columbus.
The toughest part though is this: The set. At OCTA you are given 10min to construct your set before your scene, and then 10min to break it down. Those judges are very strict on this because they have to sit through several good, but also some bad performances, and 20min of their time is wasted merely in set up and tear down alone.
Plus, Moon's set is anything but simple. It is an entire rural backyard in Buffalo, NY in the late 60s. You got the back of a house and tavern, a seperated garage, and inbetween a full-scale tree-house. Somehow that ahs to be put up, and down in 10min.
The judges have to sit through droll, and the set designers have to go through hell. All that plus the actors get to play stage crew too, and if they screw up even by a second, its over. And you thought high school sports were competitive.
Man, that doesn't sound like fun.
But you know what it DOES sound like?
Bitch work.
and that's the word.
~Rudy
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