I will try to catch you up on my life... a lot has happened in the past three weeks, and I really needed to update a little more frequently. Especially when my life is so action packed.
There will be a few pictures, some of them will mean nothing to you, but oh well....
we had a sign from Pi day back in March... I did not make it up! next day to celebrate, July 22, its European Pi day... :-)
the next photo is Lisa's second knitting project - it will be a pillow... For some reason I did not take pictures of Jeanette's projects. Bad Teacher!
the next photo is Lisa's second knitting project - it will be a pillow... For some reason I did not take pictures of Jeanette's projects. Bad Teacher!
Here is my friends Peter, and Lauren after the Labor March.
On April 4th there was a Labor March, on the 40th anniversary of the assassination of Martin Luther King, which happened after he spoke at a rally for sanitation workers and their right to collective bargaining. All the area theatres posted signs supporting the unions, and we walked around the Seattle Center theatres, ending at the labor temple for the monthly meeting.... Lauren, Peter and I did not go to the meeting, we went to dinner.
A sock I am knitting, I am not in love with it, and it might be too big for me... so, it might take me a while.
The beginning of a hat for my niece Kimmy, I finished it, and it looks quite nice, but the photo is still on my phone. And the hat is still in my room.
I had a little baby shower for Jeanette and for Kandra -
Jeanette was the master stage carpenter of the Intiman, due June 8th (a boy) Kandra is the wife of the Technical Director at the Intiman, she is due May 30th (a girl)
I took the head of the duck home... My roommate ate it.So, more in depth.... So, All My Sons was a joy to work, everyone was fantastic and sweet, there was a lot of knitting, and it was good.
On Thursday, April 14th, I threw a little joint baby shower for Jeanette and Kandra, and it was super fun, exhausting, because it was between a student matinee, and an evening show. Now I can say I have set up the candy bar in the diaper game. So, I can die happy.
On Saturday, before the first show started, we were told there would be a meeting after the show in the house, and no more information was given, so, we made stuff up, and wondered, until during the second act, Dennis got a text from Nadia - saying she had heard we were closing, and five minutes after that it was all over the Facebook, and the internet.
After the show we met in the house, and got the news confirmed. The board had met that morning and decided they did not have the cash to move forward with the rest of the season, and were in fact unsure if they had the money to give us two weeks notice or severance. But they thought they would... We were told that All My Sons would finish its run (two more shows) and we should strike the show as planned on Sunday night, but those of us who were scheduled to work on monday should not come in, but that there would be an All Staff Meeting on Tuesday with more information. It was our understanding that the rest of the build crew would be in to close things down. We were also told that the hope was they could fund raise enough to start next season debt free and in a good place. With that we went to dinner.
We did the second show of the day, a little bit stunned, angry and sad, and there was an impromptu couple of drinks in the green room after the show. There was relief sometimes too, its been a rough year and a half... and the problems are a long time coming. I have been doing theatre, and getting paid for it for a while now, and while I knew there was a board of directors, and I would have vaguely known they were rich people who volunteer to govern a theatre, and that there was a fundraising element. But that they had so much power that by sticking their heads in the sand and not paying attention, they could destroy a theatre.... at the moment I think there was a level of passiveness that is inexcusable.
(side note, when the build crew did come in as planned on Monday, they were told to gather their stuff, that they shouldn't have come in, there was some doubt as to whether they would get paid for their time for that day - so, they went home angry)
Every day of the last week new information would surface, and all questions would be met with poorly thought out answers, to me, it seemed clear they should have thought about it a little bit better, even to think lets put everything on hold until the all staff meeting, but again they made decisions while in some sort of passive panic.... I heard a rumor that the managing director they brought in to help them before they made their closure decision was a bit annoyed with them... she is very politic so, I'll never get confirmation of that... but....
So, on Tuesday, there was an All Staff Meeting, I could not go, since, I had an appointment with a man about a booby... while I was in the waiting room for that, I was in text contact with Jeanette, she said they were going to give two weeks of severance, and later a vacation pay payout, and staff was to finish up and be out by thursday, but if there was no plan in place to finish something, then we couldn't do it... I also heard we had until the 1st of May to get our stuff out. After the information was given to us, the meeting got emotional.
and a tiny diversion to the Booby news. so, it was hard to find all the info I needed on the internet for this, so, I didn't really know much about the TRAM flap procedure... its probably different every where they do it.
But anyway, so... I am 90% sure I am not going to get it now, so, the description may seem overly negative but the TRAM flap takes fat and skin from the lower abdomin and makes a breast with it, the upper abdomin fat remains where it is. It is an eight hour operation and requires a 3 day hospital stay, (to make sure the tissue does not die). If the tissue does die off, its semi life threatening, which is why they kept reassuring me that if it were going to happen it would happen before I left the hospital. Plus if the tissue dies, well that was your one chance, but it doesn't happen very often, 10% of the time maybe.
The recovery, after your 3 days in the hospital, the first 8 weeks you are not allowed to lift more than 8 pounds, and the following 4 weeks you are on light duty, they were unclear as to whether I would not feel like it, or if they were only telling me so I could self police....
So aside from all that, 3 months off work, eek.... I could probably get temporary disability, for that time, and there are safe guards put in place by my local and health care to not lose my health insurance if I can't work... but still....
Then I think about the body issues... yes now I am down a boob, but to be fat above the belly button, and not below, I will feel freakish.... you can try to lose some weight before, but not too much, or they can't make a boob, and um, there is no such thing as spot reducing, plus you are not allowed to exercise after the surgery, probably for the whole 3 months.... Did I mention the drains.... more drains, in for longer.
The bonus, he could save the tattoo.
Whats next with this? well, I am going to go to the breast reconstruction support group on the third Tuesday of May, meanwhile, I need to go to the nordstrom prosthetic breast folks, not that I am unsatisfied with my knitted booby, its just that I think the bra situation is not working for me, my back hurts all the time, and I think it might be fixable by a better bra... if they can't help me, I will talk to my friend Tonya about making me something... she is a spandex wizard....
okay... so back to the work thing.... On Friday there was a bbq at a coworkers house, where we found out the locks had been changed. Fun.
I still have two bags of stuff there, so, I have talked to the assistant production manager about getting that stuff Monday, and there is another staff party next Thursday.
I have gotten very pessimistic about the future of Intiman, I would love to have my job back if that works out, but maybe not.... maybe I will raise sheep and goats and vegetables at my friends house in Carmel Valley, its my fall back plan.
Please leave comments....
On Thursday, April 14th, I threw a little joint baby shower for Jeanette and Kandra, and it was super fun, exhausting, because it was between a student matinee, and an evening show. Now I can say I have set up the candy bar in the diaper game. So, I can die happy.
On Saturday, before the first show started, we were told there would be a meeting after the show in the house, and no more information was given, so, we made stuff up, and wondered, until during the second act, Dennis got a text from Nadia - saying she had heard we were closing, and five minutes after that it was all over the Facebook, and the internet.
After the show we met in the house, and got the news confirmed. The board had met that morning and decided they did not have the cash to move forward with the rest of the season, and were in fact unsure if they had the money to give us two weeks notice or severance. But they thought they would... We were told that All My Sons would finish its run (two more shows) and we should strike the show as planned on Sunday night, but those of us who were scheduled to work on monday should not come in, but that there would be an All Staff Meeting on Tuesday with more information. It was our understanding that the rest of the build crew would be in to close things down. We were also told that the hope was they could fund raise enough to start next season debt free and in a good place. With that we went to dinner.
We did the second show of the day, a little bit stunned, angry and sad, and there was an impromptu couple of drinks in the green room after the show. There was relief sometimes too, its been a rough year and a half... and the problems are a long time coming. I have been doing theatre, and getting paid for it for a while now, and while I knew there was a board of directors, and I would have vaguely known they were rich people who volunteer to govern a theatre, and that there was a fundraising element. But that they had so much power that by sticking their heads in the sand and not paying attention, they could destroy a theatre.... at the moment I think there was a level of passiveness that is inexcusable.
(side note, when the build crew did come in as planned on Monday, they were told to gather their stuff, that they shouldn't have come in, there was some doubt as to whether they would get paid for their time for that day - so, they went home angry)
Every day of the last week new information would surface, and all questions would be met with poorly thought out answers, to me, it seemed clear they should have thought about it a little bit better, even to think lets put everything on hold until the all staff meeting, but again they made decisions while in some sort of passive panic.... I heard a rumor that the managing director they brought in to help them before they made their closure decision was a bit annoyed with them... she is very politic so, I'll never get confirmation of that... but....
So, on Tuesday, there was an All Staff Meeting, I could not go, since, I had an appointment with a man about a booby... while I was in the waiting room for that, I was in text contact with Jeanette, she said they were going to give two weeks of severance, and later a vacation pay payout, and staff was to finish up and be out by thursday, but if there was no plan in place to finish something, then we couldn't do it... I also heard we had until the 1st of May to get our stuff out. After the information was given to us, the meeting got emotional.
and a tiny diversion to the Booby news. so, it was hard to find all the info I needed on the internet for this, so, I didn't really know much about the TRAM flap procedure... its probably different every where they do it.
But anyway, so... I am 90% sure I am not going to get it now, so, the description may seem overly negative but the TRAM flap takes fat and skin from the lower abdomin and makes a breast with it, the upper abdomin fat remains where it is. It is an eight hour operation and requires a 3 day hospital stay, (to make sure the tissue does not die). If the tissue does die off, its semi life threatening, which is why they kept reassuring me that if it were going to happen it would happen before I left the hospital. Plus if the tissue dies, well that was your one chance, but it doesn't happen very often, 10% of the time maybe.
The recovery, after your 3 days in the hospital, the first 8 weeks you are not allowed to lift more than 8 pounds, and the following 4 weeks you are on light duty, they were unclear as to whether I would not feel like it, or if they were only telling me so I could self police....
So aside from all that, 3 months off work, eek.... I could probably get temporary disability, for that time, and there are safe guards put in place by my local and health care to not lose my health insurance if I can't work... but still....
Then I think about the body issues... yes now I am down a boob, but to be fat above the belly button, and not below, I will feel freakish.... you can try to lose some weight before, but not too much, or they can't make a boob, and um, there is no such thing as spot reducing, plus you are not allowed to exercise after the surgery, probably for the whole 3 months.... Did I mention the drains.... more drains, in for longer.
The bonus, he could save the tattoo.
Whats next with this? well, I am going to go to the breast reconstruction support group on the third Tuesday of May, meanwhile, I need to go to the nordstrom prosthetic breast folks, not that I am unsatisfied with my knitted booby, its just that I think the bra situation is not working for me, my back hurts all the time, and I think it might be fixable by a better bra... if they can't help me, I will talk to my friend Tonya about making me something... she is a spandex wizard....
okay... so back to the work thing.... On Friday there was a bbq at a coworkers house, where we found out the locks had been changed. Fun.
I still have two bags of stuff there, so, I have talked to the assistant production manager about getting that stuff Monday, and there is another staff party next Thursday.
I have gotten very pessimistic about the future of Intiman, I would love to have my job back if that works out, but maybe not.... maybe I will raise sheep and goats and vegetables at my friends house in Carmel Valley, its my fall back plan.
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