Happy Tired

I am morbidly curious to know how many miles I've walked in the last three days, but then, I sort of don't want to know. I know it's a lot. I know I've got unique but equally painful shin splints in each leg. My right arch is still hurting, which it probably wouldn't if I hadn't been on my feet for three days straight but I haven't had much of a choice. Thursday and Friday I'll have off to try and recover, but it's no big deal. One of my hips was bugging me pretty badly today and my core and ribcage are both sore for some unfathomable reason. QED, festival is hard, even on super-intern, and I've only been in town for half of it. I can only imagine that I'd feel exponentially worse if I'd been here for the whole week like the rest of the team.

Not that I'm complaining. The physical discomfort doesn't detract from the immense satisfaction I take in being exceptionally competent at an exceptional number of things. I was trained on the light board today and will be running the show lights all by myself tomorrow which I am tremendously excited about, even if it's just up and down cues forty minutes apart. I had an adventure at the post office, argued with incompetent copy clerks at Staples, and made a good impression at a literary agency while making a delivery. All of which are things that I feel good about. I've learned a bit about Front-of-House and ushering, ate really good soup, and drank essentially a sippy-cup full of coffee and life was just awesome. And for three days I have not counted calories because I'm pretty sure I walked about seven miles each of those days.

Satisfaction.

I'll write more later - I've got a lot of irons in a lot of fires right now, and I'll be updating on various projects as they get worked on. This week so far I've scarcely had a spare minute to think, let alone work on things like Like a Dog in Space or the guide. But Thursday, Friday, and this weekend are my days.

And for now?

I'm happy-tired. :)

Super intern

So at work we use these things called "purchase orders" that are basically IOUs from school districts promising they'll pay for their orders sometime in the next few weeks. All of these have to be filed by reference number in case they're important later.

When I started working at the office in January, there was an enormous stack of purchase orders. At some point someone had gone through and sorted most of them... backwards? but other than that... nope, good luck. This was made more complicated due to the files that had no clear sense of range - orders in a single file might be in order, but overall they didn't really make any sense.

And purchase orders were arriving constantly, so the pile kept getting bigger.

I swore I would put an end to this. I swore I would battle the villain of office clutter and get the rowdy files under control.

And within the last two days, I did. There are currently ZERO purchase orders waiting to be filed, and everything is neatly ordered and labeled.

HOORAY!

Of course, there will probably be more when I go back on Friday. By which I mean there definitely will be.

But for now? I am super intern.

Also, paper cuts are battle scars from filing, don't let anyone ever tell you otherwise.

Do you like free stuff?

I know you do. I also know that at least some of you are THEATER PEOPLE (we are a special breed, we theater people). Kim, who is my boss at my fantastic internship that I am sure I will talk about some more at a later date, has a blog where she talks about THEATER, especially theater of the MUSICAL persuasion. (Musical theater people are an even special-er breed!)

And she is running a contest.

In her contest, she is giving away free stuff.

Specifically, she is giving away a songbook (aka sheet music) by up-and-coming musical theater composer Ryan Scott Oliver. The rules on how to enter are over on her blog which you will go to by clicking this handy dandy link. It's really easy and harmless and won't take more than a few minutes out of your day. So I advise you DO IT. DO IT NOW.

Also, the dude wrote a dark re-imagining of Peter Pan. What's not to love?