There are many lies I tell myself but “It could be worse” is the most frequent.
I work in the live event industry and I use this lie many times while working to get through rough spots. There are a lot of rough spots. There seem to be more rough spots post-pandemic.
Equipment not showing up or showing up damaged, labor not showing up or showing up unprepared, and rules that no one could possibly know being enforced. Two of these typically happen on any given event I work on. All three happened on the last one and I just kept having to tell myself, “It could be worse.”
The event in the pictures is not the last show I did. It was a show I did in San Francisco in October of last year. All the gear showed up, the labor was excellent but the building had remarked all the rigging points in the ceiling and they no longer matched what we had on our diagram of the room. “It could be worse.”
That set us a back a couple of hours but because the other two fell into place; we made up the time and everyone went home at a reasonable hour.
“It is what it is,” is also bandied about quite a bit. I know that phrase annoys people but dang it, some time it is what it is.
Maybe I could add a meditative “OM” to to the end of my lie and it would become a new trend in the mindfulness movement. Just imagine a world in which twenty truck loaders and forklift operators are sitting in the siddhasana pose chanting “It could be worse, Ommmmmmmmm,.” while seagulls dig for scraps in nearby dumpsters and diesel fumes fill the air.
There were many jobs I thought were my dream job as a kid but one remained constant.
I wanted to be a police officer, just like my Dad.
It’s a little on the nose, I know, the kid wanting to do what his dad does but, it was the fashion of the time and I was on board.
My Dad definitely had that “A cop on the edge” vibe. I would have been a more happy-go-lucky cop. I look so cheerful while arresting my friend.
I remember the moment I changed my mind from wanting to be a police officer to wanting to portray a police officer. I was in 8th grade in Bayfield, Colorado and I was taking a theater class. I was cast in the role of the police officer for the play were were performing at the end of the semester. I cannot remember the name of the play.
For my entrance, I had the line, “Nobody Move!” So, as per the fashion of the time, I flung the set door open, executed a shoulder roll to behind a sofa on stage and popped up with the line. It got a laugh and I changed from wanting to be a cop.
I met Connie when I auditioned for her play, The Rub, at Bedlam Theater in Minneapolis. I received a monologue in my email for the audition and I was instantly hooked.
The character of Robert was so tortured, delusional and real. The play itself was filled with supernatural elements, including a chorus of cockroaches that morphed into different characters in Robert’s life and/or mind. He was both literally and figuratively in jail for his crimes. Still, he had hope. Hope that someone, anyone, would visit him before his execution.
It was the best and most unique play I had read in a long time.
Her writing has always been and continues to be original, creative and human.
She champions the underdogs and the anti-heroes.
And she’s funny. The comedy is so well developed that when the comedic moment occurs it is anticipated and surprising; simultaneously bringing the watcher a deep level of appreciation for the precise craftsmanship of the playwright, along with a deep laugh.
To meet today’s prompt where it is, I took an online personality test to determine my color. Apparently, I’m Crimson.
Here’s what Crimson is according the to the results page:
Attributes: adventurous, bold, direct.
Friendliness and a love of excitement characterize people, like you, whose personality color is Crimson.
Bold, assertive, domineering, craving excitement—it’s how you live your life. You aren’t afraid to tell people exactly what you think, and you certainly don’t hold back in any aspect of your life.
I followed up the personality test with online research into Crimson.
The meaning of crimson.
In a positive sense, crimson can symbolize vigor, passion, love, affection, and even courage. Since crimson is also likened to the color of fresh blood, however, it can represent darker meanings such as anger, warning, revenge, and ruthlessness.
Revenge and ruthlessness are nice.
Also crimson can be a verb.
I do wonder if the personality test ever assigns mauve, puce or taupe to people?
I have moments of great happiness; however, I don’t like to talk about them. They are mine and I want them to stay mine.
Here is a lesser happy moment that was recent.
I was working at the Las Vegas Convention Center for CES (Consumer Electronics Show) and one of the crew I was working with asked which hotel I was staying at. I told him and he answered with, “Cool, you must be taking the Tesla Loop back to your hotel then.”
“The Tesla what?” I asked.
“The Tesla Loop.” he said.
Turns out there is a series of tunnels under the convention center that connect the West, Central and South buildings.