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elsajeniOkay! Whirlwind tour of the past week or so, starting with the promised ballet-dork entry and Father's Day entry! All rolled into one entry! Am I even making sense at all? I can't tell because I am really tired!
1. Saturday! Went to see Maninyas and Giselle. Maninyas: not very good. Lots of unattractive sharp angles. Stanton Welch's choreography worries me; either he really doesn't understand how to choreograph for female dancers, or his choreography reveals some sort of very creepy misogynistic issues. I'd rather believe he's incompetent, but he might actually be evil. Giselle: best ballet ever, although the choreography for the female solo in the Happy Peasant Pas De Deux could stand to be a lot more robust. Delicate choreography is perfect for Giselle in the first act, when she's supposed to be fragile, and for the Wilis in the first part of the second act, when they appear to be innocent sad ghosts (they later turn out to be scary evil ghosts), but the Happy Peasant Pas De Deux Participant is a robust, happy peasant. Peasants are not generally supposed to be delicate. Anyway, every other part of it was wonderful, and the costuming was unbelievably perfect, down to the shade of orange used for the Happy Peasant Girl tutus. Also, halfway through the ballet I was seized with a brilliant idea and now I actually have something to write about this summer.
2. Sunday! We didn't really have that much Father's Day excitement, but I made a certificate for my dad, good for one outing to Borders and one outing to a sporting goods store. The idea behind the outing to the sporting goods store was that, about a month and a half ago, he promised to teach me to throw and catch (it took me until I was 18 to realize that I loved baseball, and another year after that for it to occur to me that maybe it would be cool to be able to play, and so now I'm trying to learn), but apparently he had completely forgotten about that conversation, so he was kind of confused. But anyway, my mom and I both got gloves, and we bought a softball, and we were content. Oh, and I bought a hot pink snorkel. It matches my bathing suit, if by "matches" you mean "totally fails to match." Then we went to Borders, where I picked up copies of Guns, Germs, and Steel and The Things They Carried as well as The Martian War (some kind of retelling of The War of the Worlds which I hope will be as enthusiastically terrible as it appears).
3. Monday I didn't do anything. Sorry.
4. Tuesday! I called in sick to work! Yeah, thrilling, right? And then I went to meet with a guy at TestMasters to see if they wanted to hire me to write the explanations of the answers for their practice test books for the LSAT. Which they did. Yay!
5. Wednesday I went to work. I spent my entire shift dusting knick-knacks, because I have the most glamorous job in the world.
6. Thursday was my first day at TestMasters. I worked eight and a half hours and hated it. Hated, hated, hated, hated, hated it. It sucked like... hmm. Let it suffice to say that the power of its suckitude overwhelms my vocabulary. I cannot express the depth of the suck.
7. Friday I worked at the card shop. (I spent my entire shift making sure all the cards had the right number of envelopes. FOUR HOURS. COUNTING ENVELOPES.) Then I went to TestMasters afterward. It sucked so much less, primarily for the reason that they've hired someone else to work with me on the same job, someone I knew in high school and who I find fairly likeable. So I decided not to quit. (Although the depth of my hatred comes pretty damn close to defeating the appeal of the, um, $7 an hour they're paying us. To write their book for them. Tomorrow I'm going to try to convince my colleague that we should unionize and demand at least $9 an hour.)
Right, that takes us through the day before yesterday. Yesterday and today will be covered in a later entry, which will heavily feature sausage, accordions, and poppyseeds. Yes, it's that time of year again ("that time of year" being "late June in an odd-numbered year"). Zrubek Family Reunion time.
1. Saturday! Went to see Maninyas and Giselle. Maninyas: not very good. Lots of unattractive sharp angles. Stanton Welch's choreography worries me; either he really doesn't understand how to choreograph for female dancers, or his choreography reveals some sort of very creepy misogynistic issues. I'd rather believe he's incompetent, but he might actually be evil. Giselle: best ballet ever, although the choreography for the female solo in the Happy Peasant Pas De Deux could stand to be a lot more robust. Delicate choreography is perfect for Giselle in the first act, when she's supposed to be fragile, and for the Wilis in the first part of the second act, when they appear to be innocent sad ghosts (they later turn out to be scary evil ghosts), but the Happy Peasant Pas De Deux Participant is a robust, happy peasant. Peasants are not generally supposed to be delicate. Anyway, every other part of it was wonderful, and the costuming was unbelievably perfect, down to the shade of orange used for the Happy Peasant Girl tutus. Also, halfway through the ballet I was seized with a brilliant idea and now I actually have something to write about this summer.
2. Sunday! We didn't really have that much Father's Day excitement, but I made a certificate for my dad, good for one outing to Borders and one outing to a sporting goods store. The idea behind the outing to the sporting goods store was that, about a month and a half ago, he promised to teach me to throw and catch (it took me until I was 18 to realize that I loved baseball, and another year after that for it to occur to me that maybe it would be cool to be able to play, and so now I'm trying to learn), but apparently he had completely forgotten about that conversation, so he was kind of confused. But anyway, my mom and I both got gloves, and we bought a softball, and we were content. Oh, and I bought a hot pink snorkel. It matches my bathing suit, if by "matches" you mean "totally fails to match." Then we went to Borders, where I picked up copies of Guns, Germs, and Steel and The Things They Carried as well as The Martian War (some kind of retelling of The War of the Worlds which I hope will be as enthusiastically terrible as it appears).
3. Monday I didn't do anything. Sorry.
4. Tuesday! I called in sick to work! Yeah, thrilling, right? And then I went to meet with a guy at TestMasters to see if they wanted to hire me to write the explanations of the answers for their practice test books for the LSAT. Which they did. Yay!
5. Wednesday I went to work. I spent my entire shift dusting knick-knacks, because I have the most glamorous job in the world.
6. Thursday was my first day at TestMasters. I worked eight and a half hours and hated it. Hated, hated, hated, hated, hated it. It sucked like... hmm. Let it suffice to say that the power of its suckitude overwhelms my vocabulary. I cannot express the depth of the suck.
7. Friday I worked at the card shop. (I spent my entire shift making sure all the cards had the right number of envelopes. FOUR HOURS. COUNTING ENVELOPES.) Then I went to TestMasters afterward. It sucked so much less, primarily for the reason that they've hired someone else to work with me on the same job, someone I knew in high school and who I find fairly likeable. So I decided not to quit. (Although the depth of my hatred comes pretty damn close to defeating the appeal of the, um, $7 an hour they're paying us. To write their book for them. Tomorrow I'm going to try to convince my colleague that we should unionize and demand at least $9 an hour.)
Right, that takes us through the day before yesterday. Yesterday and today will be covered in a later entry, which will heavily feature sausage, accordions, and poppyseeds. Yes, it's that time of year again ("that time of year" being "late June in an odd-numbered year"). Zrubek Family Reunion time.
