This weekend was…hmmmm…interesting? WoodTurnerD couldn’t come out on Saturday as there was no one to watch the dog at home. CousinH had a dental appointment in L.A. and Mr. Dog cannot be left alone.
I arrived late-ish Friday night, after the horror of not being able to get to CreepyKid’s performance of “Promedy” at school.
I got turned around at the get of the military installation where she attends school because I didn’t have proof of insurance. Yes, you got that right, while I DO have insurance, I couldn’t find my proof of insurance. They “called it in” wherein my assumption would be that I have insurance therefore I may proceed. 15 minutes standing in the wind to be told “You have insurance….now go home and get proof of insurance, we can’t let you on without.” I was really unhappy because they could’ve just said that to begin with, but I’m sure they were looking to write a nice fat ticket or impound my car if I had no insurance. Luckily I buried my pissed-off-ed-ness under my veil of nice and got a bunch of apologies on my way out and back in.
That, meant, though, I missed the show and left 30 minutes later than I would’ve gotten to otherwise.
We stopped for groceries in Adelanto, which is nearly-like the half-way mark and I got to the site around 10:30. I was too tired to bring in all the stuff from my car and doubly pissed when I had to move my car lest it potentially be towed. >:-/ But, what are you going to do…
After a not-nearly-long-enough night’s sleep, I brought in my stuff, helped set up the stage and backstage, got partially dressed and was told to attend the all cast meeting under pain of death. So there I went…trudging along and sitting up front so I could hear…usually that meeting is full of stand-talkers so I can’t hear.
Apparently the company let go of the newly-hired-this-year costume designer. This is the person who is responsible for the look of all the people at the Faire. There was no reason given as to why or what went on to reach that decision. We were told that we could spread the word, but don’t spread rumors, which, I must admit, is easier to do when you know the whole story instead of leaving it open for speculation.
There was some heated discussion and all I wished was I could crawl in a hole when they were talking, or more precisely yelling. I’ve been on the receiving side of that type of venom and it always feels like a personal attack…and then when I don’t agree with the decision of the higher-ups it makes it worse…stuck in the middle, left alone to defend myself. Crappy. After THAT stellar a start the day was kinda’ shot…but I had a couple of shots and the day got better.
On a up note, though, I was able to distribute some of WoodTurnerD’s finished products to their owners…and that’s always nice. A cudgel and a wooden toy sword…adorable.
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