Do you ever have those moments where you get yourself into something that you really weren't prepared for? You get excited about it, you start and a few weeks in you realize - shit. You had no idea what you were getting yourself into.
I'm still very young and on the lower end of the scale of these moments in life, but recently I kind of got grandfathered into a technical director role at my high school. Don't get me wrong, I love it, but I seriously underestimated the level of stress and energy required to participate actively in my education, my community theater, personal commitments and at the same time manage the haunted house, mobile church that comes in every sunday, the upcoming musical (shameless peg if you're in the area... it's The Music Man and I'd simply love to have any of you stop by sometime) along with any other events happening in either of the two venues and of course finding people to provide the labor that it all requires, considering that our core tech group comprises of approximately 8 people.
It's been a great learning experience, and I'm so glad I did it. I'm almost certain that any previous TD we've had here probably realized what I've been realizing this week, and that's simply that you can't do it all. I really enjoy taking on a lot of different projects to make sure I stay busy, but this is ridiculous. Things should be good, not just whatever we can throw together, and that needs more hours than I could put into this if it were a full time job. There has to be a team to spread out the work, and without this little mistake I might not be able to appreciate that.
That's just a quick overview so that you know where I'm coming from. I'm so thankful I took on too much, and I can't wait to screw up again. Any discussion on this is welcome if you want to respond. Otherwise, enjoy the following story from my world:
Yesterday someone had the bright idea to apply flamex to our frames via the spray method, and they chose center-center for their location. Our stage is now grey, patterned with assorted shoe prints. On the bright side, you could probably pour a half gallon of gasoline on it, light it, and still be freezing your ass off every morning before the heater kicks in while dancing all over center-center.
I'm still very young and on the lower end of the scale of these moments in life, but recently I kind of got grandfathered into a technical director role at my high school. Don't get me wrong, I love it, but I seriously underestimated the level of stress and energy required to participate actively in my education, my community theater, personal commitments and at the same time manage the haunted house, mobile church that comes in every sunday, the upcoming musical (shameless peg if you're in the area... it's The Music Man and I'd simply love to have any of you stop by sometime) along with any other events happening in either of the two venues and of course finding people to provide the labor that it all requires, considering that our core tech group comprises of approximately 8 people.
It's been a great learning experience, and I'm so glad I did it. I'm almost certain that any previous TD we've had here probably realized what I've been realizing this week, and that's simply that you can't do it all. I really enjoy taking on a lot of different projects to make sure I stay busy, but this is ridiculous. Things should be good, not just whatever we can throw together, and that needs more hours than I could put into this if it were a full time job. There has to be a team to spread out the work, and without this little mistake I might not be able to appreciate that.
That's just a quick overview so that you know where I'm coming from. I'm so thankful I took on too much, and I can't wait to screw up again. Any discussion on this is welcome if you want to respond. Otherwise, enjoy the following story from my world:
Yesterday someone had the bright idea to apply flamex to our frames via the spray method, and they chose center-center for their location. Our stage is now grey, patterned with assorted shoe prints. On the bright side, you could probably pour a half gallon of gasoline on it, light it, and still be freezing your ass off every morning before the heater kicks in while dancing all over center-center.