The thing about working two full time jobs is that, sooner or later, the exhaustion really gets to you. I remember when my dad took a second job as a newspaper deliverer. The way that job worked is that he had to get up at 2:30 in the a.m., go to the printing center, fold the newspapers, and then go through his route. He was lucky if he got home by 6. A couple of times, while he took a trip or something, I went and took his place for a few mornings, and it gave me a great appreciation for how much he loved us for him to be willing to go through such a ridiculous routine. I think my dad’s pretty amazing considering some of the tough luck patches that he’s gone through.
I guess my second job at the theatre doesn’t have as much of a love for others as it is a love for the experience, but I still am getting totally trashed by the stupid number of hours I’m putting in between my two jobs. With a month to go of the show, I’m left to seriously contemplate what kind of a crazy person would put himself through this.
However, even as wiped as I am right now, I always seem to forget about the limits of my body when I see that next audition, and I start to dream about being in that next show. I just wish I could get an extra helping of that optimism right now when it seems the most impossible.
Another opening, another show indeed.