My ass hurts, and no, that's not a commentary on my Valentine's Day. I'm not entirely certain what I did, other than maybe sleep on it funny, but, ugh.
In fact, I didn't get a Valentine's Day. Nathan's working the operas and they started tech rehearsals last night. He was there from six (officially) until practically eleven and then came home and went to bed. Tonight it's the same deal. He was supposed to have from six to seven off, but that didn't happen. Apparently dinner is not a concern of the director's, who shooed the stage hands off stage before the stage was hers so that she could reblock some scenes. The show opens the 23rd (but this is typical of this director- last time she directed they hadn't run the show all the way through until opening night).
The director comes to us from the music department, with whom the theatre does not have good relations in the first place, and continue to get worse and worse mostly because this woman can't get her act together.
Anyway, I wouldn't mind Nathan putting in so much time on a show if it were actually a positive experience. But this isn't. He hates every minute of it, and because of this he can't get anything else done, and spends most of his time whinging at me because he hasn't got any time and hates having to be there for this show he'd rather die than have anything to do with.
Such is life, but why must he consistantly get the short stick? It's not his attitude, everyone else equally hates this situation. The scenic designer is running 18 hour days and snapping at anyone who comes close. The paint crew can't get their work done until rehearsals are over and everything's cleaned up, which leaves them starting at practically midnight.
I dunno. Here's hoping things get better. Right now V-Day is post-poned until tomorrow, because he's not supposed to have to be there, but, who knows.