You Shouldn't Be Pink...
Nov. 2nd, 2005 11:10 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
magicaddict...you should be a faint yellow colour, the same as every other run of producing you that I have done for the past two years. Why the hell are you suddenly pink this time round?
The NMR will tell, and if something's gone wrong and I have to wait even longer to do this experiment that has been waiting in my cupboard for several days for this reagent to be produced, I might just tear something expensive to pieces.
Once again, BUSMS managed to make me feel like crap before the end of their rehearsal last night. There are only so many times I can sing louder before my visions doubles and I pass out - I wouldn't mind if everyone else were pushing themselves that hard as well, but when there are two or three of us actively balancing the rest of our section and half of the other ones it begs the question as to why I'm bothering to put myself out.
Chloe is outstanding as Charity - I'll get that said right now. She chatters like a typewriter during rehearsals and tends to believe that bollockings don't apply to her because she's friends with the MD, but she has the character down absolutely perfectly, and we still have four months to go. All she has to do is learn her lines and she's going to be unlucky not to pick up Best Individual later this year.
I was cut off while announcing the there would probably be the photograph taken for the brochure by the committee telling me they wanted it discussed in today's meeting first. I'm so sorry, guys - and there was me thinking I was doing as I had been asked in the previous meeting. Evidently sending emails out to people is a better way of contacting them than actually saying things to them face to face, and people shouldn't even begin to consider what they might be wearing/how they should be making themselves up until over twenty-four hours later into an already sub-hundred hour schedule, because allowing the society to think has to be run past the committee beforehand. If there was any question of whether we were going to do it or not, I wouldn't mind, but all they will do is say "fine, that looks alright" and leave me to sort it out.
Which I can't do because people (as a collective noun) don't read their emails and we haven't got a rehearsal between now and then. If I get anyone at all turning up on Friday actually ready for it I'll be so very surprised indeed.
The NMR will tell, and if something's gone wrong and I have to wait even longer to do this experiment that has been waiting in my cupboard for several days for this reagent to be produced, I might just tear something expensive to pieces.
Once again, BUSMS managed to make me feel like crap before the end of their rehearsal last night. There are only so many times I can sing louder before my visions doubles and I pass out - I wouldn't mind if everyone else were pushing themselves that hard as well, but when there are two or three of us actively balancing the rest of our section and half of the other ones it begs the question as to why I'm bothering to put myself out.
Chloe is outstanding as Charity - I'll get that said right now. She chatters like a typewriter during rehearsals and tends to believe that bollockings don't apply to her because she's friends with the MD, but she has the character down absolutely perfectly, and we still have four months to go. All she has to do is learn her lines and she's going to be unlucky not to pick up Best Individual later this year.
I was cut off while announcing the there would probably be the photograph taken for the brochure by the committee telling me they wanted it discussed in today's meeting first. I'm so sorry, guys - and there was me thinking I was doing as I had been asked in the previous meeting. Evidently sending emails out to people is a better way of contacting them than actually saying things to them face to face, and people shouldn't even begin to consider what they might be wearing/how they should be making themselves up until over twenty-four hours later into an already sub-hundred hour schedule, because allowing the society to think has to be run past the committee beforehand. If there was any question of whether we were going to do it or not, I wouldn't mind, but all they will do is say "fine, that looks alright" and leave me to sort it out.
Which I can't do because people (as a collective noun) don't read their emails and we haven't got a rehearsal between now and then. If I get anyone at all turning up on Friday actually ready for it I'll be so very surprised indeed.
