So I did something today I swore I would never do. I called my Ex#2. Back when we were together and living in a dream world where we would create theatre together and run the artistic world - we used to talk about the type of theatre we'd run -- not just the programs but the physical building. One of the many ironies of my new job is that I'm on the ground floor of renovating an old vaudeville house - and I'm not doing it with him.
This morning I'm freezing my ass off in the non-heated theatre sitting in on the weekly 9AM construction meeting. This is where the facility folks, the architects and any other interested parties (i.e. me) meet and discuss fire lanes, dumpsters, windows, door handles and today electricity. Should we pay $11,000 to upgrade from 750 amps to 1000 amps to the building which will give us 400 amps for the stage lighting as opposed to 200. And the decision must be made now - and I had no idea there was a decision to be made. The current tech guy who some people claim is a genius and some people claim doesn't know what he's talking about weighed in way back when and said 200 amps would be enough. Now he's not at this meeting so I can't ask why he would say this but I can only assume that he felt he had to say this to prove he's all for cost saving measures. Now that's not really the way I think -- I think if we need it, we pay for it and we dump something that's cosmetic.
But I'm an actor and director not a tech gal so I can't argue for one side or the other. So, I pull out my phone and text the one person who I trust will not only know the answer but be able to explain to me why in simple layman's terms: Ex#2. I can't reach him during the meeting and the money guy makes the decision that we'll go for the upgrade. But Ex#2 calls me later and I explain the dilemma and he clearly and patiently explains to me why we should do the upgrade while we're still in the building stage as opposed to five shows into our season. He's patient, logical, smart and folksy -- all the reasons I fell in love with him six years ago.
Surprisingly it's not painful. It's business. Sure for one minute during our phone call my mind starts to wander and I think, Should I ask him about his new baby girl? The one he didn't have with me. But I clear the thought from my mind, keep it professional and move on. It's what needed to be done and I did it. And I only had two or three handfuls of MMs afterwards to calm my nerves.
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