So as it happens, the universe tends to provide some reprieve when it knows I can bare no more.
My roommate came home today and we hugged out our bugging situation. (Really we drank wine, sat on out stoop, got caught up and cursed the little f*&$^*ers that are compromising our sanity)
We also had one of our best shows tonight. Still fighting with some technical difficulties, but I gave a bunch of notes and people actually listened to me and treated me with, what is that? Respect?!
aaaaah. Thank you Universe.
I think I might actually be able to sleep tonight.
Monday, 15 August 2011
Sunday, 14 August 2011
Happy Sunshine and Fuzzy Puppies!!!YAaaAaaY!!!
Just because I realized that many of my blog titles are down right depressing.
Maybe this uber cheery one will help balance the score.
Ha!
Made you smile ; )
Maybe this uber cheery one will help balance the score.
Ha!
Made you smile ; )
is it October yet?
Our bug man came on Fri.
we talked about bugs. looked around the house. Kind of what I expected.
Then I left and he doused my house with pesticides.
The house felt pretty gross that first night back. A toxic war-zone.
Today was my day off and I've started to put the house back together. Most of my belongings have been decontaminated at this point, though I do still have a batch in the freezer. Now the trick will be keeping them that way while I wait out the quarantine. It will be a few months yet before I know for sure that they're gone. In the meanwhile, I have to stay in the house and sleep in my bed. The treatment is more effective if there are people around to entice the bugs out of their hiding places. It just doesn't make for a very restful sleep, and I'm already feeling completely burnt out.
Our show is back into rehearsal prep at the moment. A few different reasons. One of which is prepping the understudy show that we have not run yet. It's the most complicated one too; so I'm feeling that work load at the moment.
And what's with all the crazy shows this week? Power outages, equipment failing (people failing), props and costumes breaking? The show is literally starting to fall apart and I get the feeling that everyone has had about enough. Its like the week off just gave everyone a moment to realize how much they hate being here and then we came back and there's still so much to go.
I am ready to be done.
I'm exhausted, lonely and uncomfortable and at the same time, I am also creatively and professionally frustrated.
I stayed on this project because I refused to let it break me. Though I may still be here, I do, in the end, feel broken. I wonder if I've accomplished anything by coming on this G-d forsaken adventure.
If I click my heels three times do you think I can go home?
oh wait...all my shoes are in bags being decontaminated...never mind.
we talked about bugs. looked around the house. Kind of what I expected.
Then I left and he doused my house with pesticides.
The house felt pretty gross that first night back. A toxic war-zone.
Today was my day off and I've started to put the house back together. Most of my belongings have been decontaminated at this point, though I do still have a batch in the freezer. Now the trick will be keeping them that way while I wait out the quarantine. It will be a few months yet before I know for sure that they're gone. In the meanwhile, I have to stay in the house and sleep in my bed. The treatment is more effective if there are people around to entice the bugs out of their hiding places. It just doesn't make for a very restful sleep, and I'm already feeling completely burnt out.
Our show is back into rehearsal prep at the moment. A few different reasons. One of which is prepping the understudy show that we have not run yet. It's the most complicated one too; so I'm feeling that work load at the moment.
And what's with all the crazy shows this week? Power outages, equipment failing (people failing), props and costumes breaking? The show is literally starting to fall apart and I get the feeling that everyone has had about enough. Its like the week off just gave everyone a moment to realize how much they hate being here and then we came back and there's still so much to go.
I am ready to be done.
I'm exhausted, lonely and uncomfortable and at the same time, I am also creatively and professionally frustrated.
I stayed on this project because I refused to let it break me. Though I may still be here, I do, in the end, feel broken. I wonder if I've accomplished anything by coming on this G-d forsaken adventure.
If I click my heels three times do you think I can go home?
oh wait...all my shoes are in bags being decontaminated...never mind.
Thursday, 11 August 2011
close
I'm getting there.
Our bug man comes Fri. Until then I just keep cleaning cleaning cleaning.
I am feeling less overwhelmed by the situation at this point, for which I am grateful.
I do not cope well with chaos. Now I've got some semblance of an organized system to keep the contamination contained and that really helps my brain.
I think I am single handedly keeping Ziplock and Rubbermaid in business at the moment. I really only leave my house when necessary because it is such an elaborate production to decontaminate myself before I leave. It just seems easier to stay home.
Oh, and today's fun show!!
We had two power outages before the show even started. So ridiculous. It means that I have to completely re-set the computer and all then lights when that happens. I did three lighting checks and presets before we even started the show. Seriously?
And we are getting into more rehearsals for our final understudy show.
Oh how I miss the vanilla days of July.
Actually, I don't. I'd rather be stressed and busy than bored and lonely.
Did I mention I have less that two months of this left?
I can do this
I can do this.
Our bug man comes Fri. Until then I just keep cleaning cleaning cleaning.
I am feeling less overwhelmed by the situation at this point, for which I am grateful.
I do not cope well with chaos. Now I've got some semblance of an organized system to keep the contamination contained and that really helps my brain.
I think I am single handedly keeping Ziplock and Rubbermaid in business at the moment. I really only leave my house when necessary because it is such an elaborate production to decontaminate myself before I leave. It just seems easier to stay home.
Oh, and today's fun show!!
We had two power outages before the show even started. So ridiculous. It means that I have to completely re-set the computer and all then lights when that happens. I did three lighting checks and presets before we even started the show. Seriously?
And we are getting into more rehearsals for our final understudy show.
Oh how I miss the vanilla days of July.
Actually, I don't. I'd rather be stressed and busy than bored and lonely.
Did I mention I have less that two months of this left?
I can do this
I can do this.
Saturday, 6 August 2011
sims check in
When 'The Sims' first came out, I was briefly caught up in the novelty of the game. Creating little homes with imaginary families. The fun of it soon turned twisted when my friends and I discovered that you could make the little people do crazy and reckless things and then stand back and watch them descend into madness. For one poor Sim, that meant never being allowed to sit or lay down to sleep. Our Sim eventually developed narcolepsy and would fall asleep in strange places until we would frantically hit the 'wake up' command to disturb their slumber. Exhausted, little Sim would throw a tantrum over having been woken up and then would continue to pace fitfully around their house.
I feel like that Sim.
I think there might be a Sim G-d out there somewhere taking their revenge against this sadistic gamer.
I feel like that Sim.
I think there might be a Sim G-d out there somewhere taking their revenge against this sadistic gamer.
Friday, 5 August 2011
chaos invites chaos
Greetings all
I've had a bit of a crazy week, thus the absent blogs. So to catch you up.
This past week was my big, 'week off' summer vacation. It has been less of a vacation than I anticipated. What did I do this week?
I cleaned.
Normally speaking, I am two quirks away from crazy. (thanks Seinfeld)
This week, I feel like I may have crossed that bridge.
Last Wednesday, I was up, middle of the night, and found a suspicious bug in my Kamloops bathroom. You know the kind. So I trapped it. Sealed it into a canning jar and duck taped the top closed. Then came the insanity. I started bagging everything and washing everything. I stayed up for 72 hours straight doing this (minus one, 1+1/2hr exhaustion induced nap). I phoned my land lady to bring in some professionals to assess the situation and then I left town.
I took only what I needed with me; cards, phone, some cash (all of which had been thoroughly de-contaminated, including the cash in my pocket) and headed to vancouver. I picked up everything else in van, de-contamintated those items and then started frantically cleaning my house in Van, just in case.
I am now the crazy zip-lock lady. Everything I own goes in a zip lock. I shower before I leave the house, and then I shower again when I get home. And my house in Van isn't even buggie. *sigh* Some vacation.
Tomorrow morning I head back to Kamloops to continue to deal with the situation there. We did have a proper inspection and they confirmed my worse fears. We have bugs. Though aside from the one I managed to trap, they could see no other signs of an infestation and no one has been bit at our house; so they believe the issue is a small one to deal with.
small. Ha!
'Well there's no way to know for sure.'
'There are no guarantees'
'Anyone can pick them up.... Anywhere'
'You just have to trust that I know how to do my job'
That's the essence of the conversation I had with the exterminator. 'Trust me' That one is my favourite. I do not trust; so I clean. E-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g.
The problem is I can't tell at this point when or if something is clean. How do I know? I mean really. So I clean it again. and again
If I could live in a bubble at this point I would.
I think these next few weeks will be tough and busy.
I did manage to do some fun stuff in my week off. Art galleries, movies, arts and crafts, amazing dance shows and some quality time with friends. Thanks all.
two more months.
I can do this.
I can do this.
peace
Cmax aka 'Bubs'
I've had a bit of a crazy week, thus the absent blogs. So to catch you up.
This past week was my big, 'week off' summer vacation. It has been less of a vacation than I anticipated. What did I do this week?
I cleaned.
Normally speaking, I am two quirks away from crazy. (thanks Seinfeld)
This week, I feel like I may have crossed that bridge.
Last Wednesday, I was up, middle of the night, and found a suspicious bug in my Kamloops bathroom. You know the kind. So I trapped it. Sealed it into a canning jar and duck taped the top closed. Then came the insanity. I started bagging everything and washing everything. I stayed up for 72 hours straight doing this (minus one, 1+1/2hr exhaustion induced nap). I phoned my land lady to bring in some professionals to assess the situation and then I left town.
I took only what I needed with me; cards, phone, some cash (all of which had been thoroughly de-contaminated, including the cash in my pocket) and headed to vancouver. I picked up everything else in van, de-contamintated those items and then started frantically cleaning my house in Van, just in case.
I am now the crazy zip-lock lady. Everything I own goes in a zip lock. I shower before I leave the house, and then I shower again when I get home. And my house in Van isn't even buggie. *sigh* Some vacation.
Tomorrow morning I head back to Kamloops to continue to deal with the situation there. We did have a proper inspection and they confirmed my worse fears. We have bugs. Though aside from the one I managed to trap, they could see no other signs of an infestation and no one has been bit at our house; so they believe the issue is a small one to deal with.
small. Ha!
'Well there's no way to know for sure.'
'There are no guarantees'
'Anyone can pick them up.... Anywhere'
'You just have to trust that I know how to do my job'
That's the essence of the conversation I had with the exterminator. 'Trust me' That one is my favourite. I do not trust; so I clean. E-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g.
The problem is I can't tell at this point when or if something is clean. How do I know? I mean really. So I clean it again. and again
If I could live in a bubble at this point I would.
I think these next few weeks will be tough and busy.
I did manage to do some fun stuff in my week off. Art galleries, movies, arts and crafts, amazing dance shows and some quality time with friends. Thanks all.
two more months.
I can do this.
I can do this.
peace
Cmax aka 'Bubs'
Tuesday, 26 July 2011
refreshed
Well I ran away from Kamloops over the weekend.
Much better.
- I saw some friends in Van. (Miss you L)
- Caught up on friend's rehearsals and upcoming shows. (So Much dance and theatre in Van at the moment! Yay!)
- Slept in my own bed. (My beautiful, hypoallergenic memory foam queen sized bed in my cool, quiet, dark bedroom. Sleep ensued.)
- I went to a ‘girl drink drunk’ party. (please mind the gender slur, it’s a kids in the hall reference)
- Played midnight badminton with my roomie in the back yard (until hoodlums and raccoons persuaded us back into the house)
- Partied Mario style (of course)
- And even learned how to play ‘Crazy 8s’ (Can you believe I didn’t know how to play that game?)
A lot of fun and socializing which was just what the doctor ordered. I feel refreshed now.
Today I’m actually cleaning, trying to take care of all the business I neglected last week.
This will be another short week of shows and then I get my official summer break. I’ll be back in Van in just a few short days!
K. I should get back to the windows. Break over.
Talk to you later
Keep Well
Peace
Cmax
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