"I’m only wearing black until they invent something darker."
"what are you wearing?"
Unfortunately I was jaded long before I started stage managing, so I have no idea how to avoid that. As for your love of it, I know it’s weird, but I love the stress of it.
In full disclosure, I have depression, so sometimes it’s hard to convince myself to anything, but when I stage manage I can do it. It’s strange, but the pressure to go, that knowledge that it rests on my shoulders, I don’t know, it just kind of wakes me up.
I don’t think you have to lose your love of theatre for this job, in fact I feel like my love grows with every new thing I learn. I don’t know if this helped at all, but I hope you find your way and you keep your love.
To all my followers, fellow stage managers, tech crews and so on,
I do hope you know that I’m always here for you. To give advice, to listen, and to help you with any problem, even if its not theatre related. I know I love to make jokes, with sometimes aggressive and angry humor, but there’s a heart..somewhere deep down in my stage manager chest.
I’ve never had such a successful blog, but it doesn’t matter if I have one follower or one thousand, each one of you is special to me, even if we don’t talk. I honestly care about all you, so don’t hesitate if you need anything.
-Rachel, SM Notes.
Don’t leave your shit on the stairs to my booth. Just because you do not witness the magic that is the stage management I execute to make your show occur does not mean that it does not happen.
#theater #stage manager #get out mah house
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Calm down. This is not a real note nor is it outside a booth. It’s posted on my bedroom door as a joke. I, as well as the person that submitted it to me, know how to be professional, and would never actually do that. Made clear by the fact that we’re still employed.
The purpose of my blog is to give a platform to a generally unrecognized group of very hardworking individuals. What I post here is mostly a joking rant of things I know are inappropriate to do while I’m working. So calm down.
If you don’t like it, or don’t thinks its funny, then I suggest you find a different blog, and different types of post. Thank you.
I guess if I’m going to be a stage manager for the rest of my life, I should really think about getting used to the fact that none of my non-theater friends will ever give a fuck about coming to see the show that I spend weeks of my life on, because “but you’re not even in it.”
A Leatherman multi-tool hanging off your belt is a great way to stay prepared for emergencies, but it means you look like someone with a Leatherman hanging off their belt—and that part’s not so great. This innocuous hair clip is a better alternative. It manages to replicate the functionality of quite a few tools, but will all but disappear when used to keep your bangs at bay.
It can serve as a flat-head screwdriver, even for fixing those tiny screws on your glasses. It’s got a 5/16 wrench for tackling the occasional bolt, and there’s a serrated edge for hacking through rope, but hopefully not hacking through your hair when worn. It could very well be the smallest multi-tool you can buy for just $10, trumped only by the Q-Tip when it comes to cost versus functionality.
These are really lovely, although I’m super worried about having a cutting blade in my hair because I’m gunna cut myself on it, a lot.
So much want right now.
Me when actors whine about stupid shit.
Yes, you have your character down. No, we don’t have to do the scene for the twentieth so you can “explore your character”, I want to go home.
I had a first time actor excited for Strike….
To be fair, I’ve never gotten tired of strike. I still find it fun.
What?!? What kind of magical strikes have you been to?! Because one strike I had was to take apart a rake and we didn’t leave until 6 in the morning (and we got there at 5:30pm the evening before to start the show. So I don’t find strike fun.
if you don’t clap when the cast points up to the booth, tech crew judges you. you can’t see us, but we can see you. we can see you not clapping. and we judge you from above.