Ahhh.....revenge is sweet
Oh children, when will you learn, when will you learn? Mrs M. gets so tired of lecturing and yelling and screaming, and she has so many other ways to get back at you if you tick her off.
There are two girls in the show. They've missed several rehearsals, and when asked, will come up with bad excuses like "oh, I had a party to go to." I finally gave them the ultimatum the other day, that if they missed one more rehearsal, they were out.
Oh, I laid it on thick. "There are people giving up THEIR time to make YOU custom-fit costumes, painting and building the sets, and spending hour upon hour working towards this show that you can't seem to be committed to." Really, it was a moment of brilliance.
However, not quite as brilliant as today when they came back to rehearsal. They had missed the costume parade last week and still needed "regular" clothes (they are "Hot Box girls", and get a dance costume for part of the show). So, I open up my little bag of leftover costumes. Do I choose the cute 40s style dress with the nipped in waist? The smart skirt and blouse with the fur-trimmed colour?
Oh no. That would be too easy.
I can't believe I even found a picture on the INternet that looks like it. Of course, this blouse is orange, and the blouse I gave one of the girls is clown red. :)
The other girl got a lovely old-lady pink jacket and polka dot skirt. They whined and complained for a good 10 minutes about them. Being the kind, understanding staff member I am, I only said things like "that's what you get for missing rehearsals", and "don't screw with me kid, I'll make your life a living hell" a few times.
There are two girls in the show. They've missed several rehearsals, and when asked, will come up with bad excuses like "oh, I had a party to go to." I finally gave them the ultimatum the other day, that if they missed one more rehearsal, they were out.
Oh, I laid it on thick. "There are people giving up THEIR time to make YOU custom-fit costumes, painting and building the sets, and spending hour upon hour working towards this show that you can't seem to be committed to." Really, it was a moment of brilliance.
However, not quite as brilliant as today when they came back to rehearsal. They had missed the costume parade last week and still needed "regular" clothes (they are "Hot Box girls", and get a dance costume for part of the show). So, I open up my little bag of leftover costumes. Do I choose the cute 40s style dress with the nipped in waist? The smart skirt and blouse with the fur-trimmed colour?
Oh no. That would be too easy.
I can't believe I even found a picture on the INternet that looks like it. Of course, this blouse is orange, and the blouse I gave one of the girls is clown red. :)
The other girl got a lovely old-lady pink jacket and polka dot skirt. They whined and complained for a good 10 minutes about them. Being the kind, understanding staff member I am, I only said things like "that's what you get for missing rehearsals", and "don't screw with me kid, I'll make your life a living hell" a few times.
posted by Daisie @ 5:52 PM
1 Comments:
At 3:18 PM,
Anonymous said…
You're much nicer than me. I would have made sure that the costumes smelled like an old lady as well.
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