Did I say 9 Hour Days?
I meant twelve. Ten to twelve.
And yet, I am having a great time.
In other news, I would just like to add that today I was temporarily denied entrance to the parking lot the studio rented for us to use during the show, because the attendant insisted I was not on “the list”.
“The List” he pulled out was a list — for the theatre, completely unrelated to parking in any way — of the names of seven executives.
Written on the back of a Coffee Bean napkin.
By an intern.
Five minutes before this.
With my help.
See again: on the back of a napkin.
And there went ten minutes of my life I’ll never get back.