“Recently a fly landed on my hand at the grocery store and I ended up throwing strawberries everywhere and then I waited around for a minute not knowing how to take care of the situation. THAT IS THE KIND OF PERSON YOU ARE GETTING YOURSELF INTO.”
Today is the day I intern at UCBeast, the new outpost of the UCB Theatre in the East Village, for those of you who aren’t familiar. I mention this because I’m extremely lucky to be able to work on a Friday night filled with great shows, including Gentrify, and everyone there is generally super nice and professional. KATHY WHO CARES, WHERE ARE THE WEIRD PICTURES AND SCREENSHOTS OF YOUR OWN TWEETS THAT I’VE COME TO EXPECT FROM THIS TUMBLR? Yes, but I just wanted to say that as someone who is trying to produce creative work for a living but still has a non-creative dayjob, it’s actually pretty great to knock off on a Friday night and go over to a place I would’ve hung out at anyway, just keep my head down and work hard and generally be a part of something that gives me a lot of happiness in life. It’s nice to feel like part of a community, and to be contributing to that community in different ways besides producing creative work.
I noticed something else about interning, too. From high school on through college, I often worked weekends and some week nights at my father’s restaurant. I hated it when I was a kid because working sucks according to all kids, but in retrospect, there was something very satisfying about doing that kind of work for 8 hours straight; the kind of physical work that’s not hard labor but involves moving efficiently and at a fast pace as well as thinking fast on your feet. When you spend a lot of time at a desk doing mental work and writing reports and talking on the phone, you realize that sometimes it’s nice to go in and do a PHYSICAL JOB in which the parameters defining whether it’s been done appropriately are tangible physical movements that are either accomplished or not (ie, bringing a meal to a table, or clearing a table, or moving two tables together, etc.). This all might sound very dumb (and privileged? I’m scared I sound privileged), but there’s something very satisfying about just going in and fucking taking out trash and mopping a floor and just running a place. Office politics and bullshit don’t exist; either the floor was mopped, or it wasn’t. It’s pretty much a mop or GTFO situation. I like that. Interning reminds me of working at my dad’s in this way. Granted, if I did this everyday, I wouldn’t be so chipper about it as it’s probably only satisfying to me in the way that it is BECAUSE it’s a change of pace and different from what I’m used to. I don’t want to dissect this too much, but it’s just a good feeling to run around doing jobs in a running comedy theatre, simply put. Even on a Friday night, but in this situation, especially on a Friday night.
Glad I could interrupt this goofstream with these very important musings.