Because I Care Enough To Send The Very Best...One of my favorite colleagues at the office sent me the following. I don't know that she has any idea that I even have a blog, but coming on the heels of
yesterday's post, it's possible she's read it and sent me the following
Hallmark greeting.
So Chris, if you're reading this, thanks for bringing a smile to my face!
And for all my dear readers, click
here to view the greeting.
Happy Sarcastic Wednesday!
This is Steve On Broadway (SOB).
Labels: Hallmark, Sarcastic Wednesday, Special Messages, Work
Ever Have One Of Those Weeks?...Well, I've had one of those months. Make that two. Going on three.
As you may have surmised from
my post yesterday, my day job has been getting the better of me lately. In other words -- if you can call this
better -- it's an additional 40 hours per week on top of the 50+ I've already been working.
So much for having a life.
In fact, if you've been keeping track of my theatre reviews over the past couple months, you may have seen a precipitous decline in my level of enjoyment and enthusiasm. When I've actually managed to get to a theatre -- one of my life's major pleasures -- very little has really been able to provide me with the type of escape I need most. (Thank goodness for
Conor McPherson's truly
exceptional play.)
Heck, due to the demands at work, I even had to cut back on my holiday vacation, at first scrapping my long gestating plans to go to Japan altogether, only to resuscitate it into a
three-day quickie over Christmas.
Recently, my job has been living me.
So what little time I've actually been able to devote to seeing live theatre, let alone writing about it, has left me a bit dry and largely unfulfilled. I just haven't been moved by most of what I've taken in. And as for escape, well, who wants to watch other people's troubles when you're facing challenges of your own -- particularly when you know you have no choice but to tackle them.
Which leads me to ponder whether the emotional baggage and drudgery of daily life we carry with us into a theatre can diminish our unique personal responses to the shows we're seeing. After the past couple months, I'm now inclined to say that they most definitely can.
In other words, if something is keeping you up at night, making you lose precious sleep, how can you even begin to turn it off just because you happen to sit down into a theatre seat? What's
your experience been?
This is Steve On Broadway (SOB).
Labels: Special Messages, Work
