I am a planner. The further ahead I can plan, the happier I tend to be. So you can imagine my inner tension over trying to make a career of theatre, where things change frequently and without warning. Theatre: a world where contracts are only signed on the first day of work and until that time anything can happen. It’s certainly not a stable model on which to build a life. But this year was different for me. This year was booked up over a year in advance. Sept – June, with just enough weeks off to take some out of province/country trips to see friends (something I certainy don’t do enough of).
Sometimes I’m really classy when I’m working.
But then last night the unexpected happened. An email from a producer. It was longer, but the gist was: I’m sorry. The funding didn’t come through. The show is cancelled. And in a system as broken as the current state of the arts in Canada and more specifically BC, I shouldn’t be surprised. No matter how well planned a show or tour is they are at the whim of funding bodies with not nearly enough money for the number of proposals received. It doesn’t matter how far ahead the companies planned or even how carefully they planned to make the most of their money.That is the reality of theatre in Canada at any level. But I digress.
And just like that my plans go out the window. I adjust. I adapt. I re-budget.
The flip side of this, of course, is that this is potentially a very exciting opportunity to do something different. Yes, I need to work for financial reasons, sure. But I also need to work because I LIKE working. If I were to sit at home for three months I would go stir crazy.
So I’m asking for help.
I’m looking for work to fill my sudden gap from Dec. 1 – Feb. 23. I’m willing to travel to do it. Although I’m primarily a stage manager I also have experience as a production manager, event coordinator, social media consultant, teacher, FOH manager, technician, receptionist, festival coordinator, library assistant and one time I survived six weeks at Grand and Toy selling office supplies.
I didn’t expect to be here. But now that I am it’s time to embrace it. But maybe embrace it with a little help.
The past year has been a crazy one for me. I haven’t stayed in one place very long. As I get ready to leave Toronto and head to the Sunshine Coast to really dive into another fantastic project, I couldn’t help reflecting on the crazyness of this year. So here we go:
(Week 52 is equal to Aug 26 – Sept 1, 2013)
Christopher and I at Niagara Falls (on our way to Niagara on the Lake to see Light in the Piazza)
51. Gibsons (Sunshine Coast)
With my dear friend Mel outside the Parliament Buildings in Ottawa.
37. Roberts Creek/Vancouver
Kholby and I at the closing party for Ride the Cyclone in Nanaimo.
Eating cupcakes with my best friend, Jaime, in Edmonton
Lexi and I at the top of Grossmunster with all of Zurich in the background.
The whole family down in Mexico, together, for a week of sea and sun.
4. Puerto Vallarta
I’m kind of looking forward to just being in Vancouver for the next two or three months. Sleeping in my own bed. Seeing those friends on a daily basis. But the amazing thing about being constantly on the go is the number of people who become a part of your life. I’ve had to change my cell phone plan to be unlimited Canadian calling because there are too many important people in my life, spread out all across this country.
I’m back in Vancouver after my nearly six months away, have moved into my new place, and finally got the internet up and running. These are all good signs that I will be returning to blogging!
First, here’s a little glimpse at what’s been keeping me busy for the past 10 days: Home renos and Moving.
Living Room: It’s still missing the new couch
Dining area and Kitchen: Complete with tile backsplash
Bedroom: I have missed my bed so much.
The bathroom: Sophisticated with a touch of Silly
I am so pleased with how it looks now!
I remember reading books as a pre-teen where the protagonists were in their early 20′s and did things like own houses, get married, have real jobs, and have kids. And I remember thinking how far away that seemed. And now here I am at 26 with a real job that never quite feels like a real job, but I’m finally about to check off the first thing on my being a grown up check list: I’ve bought a condo!
With the very generous help of my parents, I have purchased a one bedroom condo in Vancouver. It’s just blocks away from my old apartment and has everything I wanted (except a balcony, so if anyone wants me old little BBQ, let me know). Most excitingly it has a kitchen three times the size of my old one, a dishwasher, and in suite laundry!
I signed the final paperwork this afternoon and take possession when I get home from tour at the end of April. It’s all very exciting.
The condo, looking from the living room towards the kitchen
Signing all the paperwork to make it official
Wanted: As much fun in 2013 as I had in 2012
1. I resolve to focus more fully on the people I am physically with, putting aside my phone and the digital world so that I can really connect.
2. I resolve to buy a condo in the first half of the year and to have the money saved from my tour to pay for any renovations I want to do.
3. I resolve to focus more on the amazing and positive things that are happening than complaining about the negative.
4. I resolve to finally visit New York.
5. I resolve to be able to say “This was the best year yet” at the end of the year.
I don’t know if you can tell from the photo above, but I am maybe a bit of a hoarder. I have a hard time throwing away cards. Birthday cards, Christmas cards, Valentines, Opening & Closing Night cards, graduation cards, post cards, and even letters have been finding their way into my “card box” for the last 10 years. That’s right, I haven’t thrown out a card in 10 years. But now I’m preparing for my move into storage and am feeling like I need to organize and purge some of the things in my house. So I spent an afternoon with the card box. I re-read all of them. Okay, I skimmed all of them. But I sat there and realized that with some of the cards, I couldn’t even remember who the person was who gave it to me. Of course, with other cards and letters I found myself crying softly as I remembered friends and family members who are no longer with us. It was a very cathartic experience.
As I read through, I pulled out the special cards – the ones where the writer had clearly put thought into what they were saying and that still effected me, even well past the circumstance that it was written for. There were 12 of them. In that giant pile, only 12 had a message that really mattered. So I kept those 12, tied them with a pretty ribbon, and put them somewhere safe. And the other 2+ feet worth got recycled.
And then I tackled the “important papers” boxes and filed all the actually important things, and got rid of that warranty for my first ever laptop and the copy of a reference letter from my high school principal (among other things). I found the papers I was looking for (namely the current rental agreement for my apartment with the list of damage that existed when I moved in 3 years ago), but also have arranged things so that now I will always be able to find what I’m looking for.
And all of this organizing and purging has been so re-energizing. Every time I sit down with something to clean out I feel better. I’ve taken out two large garbage bags, two large bags of paper recycling, one large bag of clothes to give away and I feel so much better. It’s the one good thing about moving.
The last two months – since I returned to Vancouver from Toronto – have been crazy.
Hanging out at the Fringe with volunteer (and SLIP-friend!) Jordan.
Upon my return I jumped straight back to work at the Fringe. And when I say straight back to work, I mean I caught an early morning flight, landed at 9am, and was in the office – still dressing in my closing night party clothes – by 10:30am. Things were running full steam and the Festival this year was bigger than ever. I was so proud of the work that the Onsite artists did this year, and even pushed some of my own boundaries by giving a speech and presenting an award on the last night of the festival. My final “shows attended” count for the festival this year was 44 (including Pick of the Fringe shows).
Just as I was attempting to recover from the Festival (and really, two weeks of not eating or sleeping right do require recovery), I got word that the building I’ve lived in for the past three years had been sold and the new owners wanted to meet all of us. The next day I was handed a piece of paper saying that I had two months to move out as they were going to be renovating the building. Here in Vancouver, we call this “renovictions” as they often happen as a way for owners to get rid of longer term renters whose rent is below current market value so that they can crank up the rent. But they’d done all the right paperwork, so I’m now getting ready to move out in 5 weeks. Thankfully when landlords do something like this, they give you some time rent free, so financially that’s helpful.
Even Cue got in the vacation spirit, lounging on the beach with a novel
And then a week later I met up with my parents and jumped on a plane to Mexico to really relax. My brother flew down from Mexico to meet us there. I got home last night after a full week away and my body hasn’t stopped feeling like I’m still being rocked by the waves yet. I would spend many hours a day in the water, many more reading, and none of them working. I read a novel completely for pleasure, two non-fiction books that were semi work related, five scripts for upcoming projects, and a couple of classics that I have in my Kindle app, but am sad to admit I had never read before (like Alice in Wonderland & The Jungle Book). It was wonderful.
And now I’m home, packing, organizing, and preparing to jump into the next couple of adventures – and don’t worry, there’ll be more on them soon.
One of the great things about SLIP is that the timing allowed me to come out to Toronto for my dear friend Adrianna’s 30th birthday party. And when Adri throws a party, it’s not your average party. This party was a 1930′s Speakeasy, complete with live jazz trio. I don’t have much to day about it, but I do have some awesome photos to share.
This is what a Speakeasy party looks like.
The jazz trio. Because every party should have live music.
The birthday girl with her cake.
Classy ladies at the end of the night with shoes off.
Gangster Lois hides her flask in her cleavage.
Gangster Lois is not impressed with photos.
Gangster Lois is even less impressed with being arrested.
Okay I’m actually pretty delighted with my whole Gangster life.
May 10, 2012
The bad links are back again! Sorry everyone. I’m working with my hosting providers to figure out how/why this is happening and to prevent it from happening again. I don’t want to re-install my software every three months due to hackers. Hopefully everything will be resolved soon. In the meantime, please don’t click any of the links in the footer of the post pages.
Feb 3, 2012
HUGE Thank yous to Ian Garrett! In the middle of the night he helped me re-install the core software that runs the website and overwrite whatever code had gotten into it. So the site is all better now. Thanks to Ian! And I am doubly grateful for having such talented friends.
Feb 2, 2012
Hi All -
Appears the site has been hacked. Please don’t click on any of the links on the side of the main page or the side or bottom of any individual post pages. I’m working hard to resolve this, but the site may look a bit odd over the next few days as I try to figure out what is causing this!