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[29 Aug 2008|09:29am] |
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so. at about quarter to 4 yesterday one of the attorneys came to me and basically said hey- let's go ahead and just make this your last day. my words, not his, but that was the jist. which is fine with me! also, totally fair. i've been swamped all week trying to do the work of two people and it's been pretty horrible. i was doing a shitty job and i don't think i bothered to make my loathing a secret. i didn't even go to work on wednesday, but that's because i'm definitely a sickie.
on one hand, it's a week without income. that, i have realized, is the only downside, and not one big enough for me to feel bad. actually, walking out of that building was a lovely moment. maybe i'll go back next week to pick up my check. maybe i'll just let them mail it to me. all i know is that i am so glad to be finished. man.
the show opens tonight. i think tech could benefit from a few more rehearsals but we'll be fine.
i should go back to bed.
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