It has really been a case of Heads Down, Bums Up (or just the one head and bum) for me recently getting my uni work in. Having no one else around at the moment I’ve been able to work on stuff through the night and make a little noise which I’ve enjoyed. Less people around also seems to create less distractions, something I’ve enjoyed, but I’ve still been heading out to do things.

Today I spent the day at the theatre working FOH (front of house… okay… usher) for the current show. It’s a great way to see the show for free, turn up early and generally look official. I’ve also discovered the usher’s seats on the side are much more comfortable (particularly when you get a whole pile of cushions like I did). It was my first time seeing a whole bunch of people since getting cast as Seymour, so I was getting a lot of “Congratulations” and “I Can’t Wait To See It”. Some of the children’s theatre parents said their kids were surprised to see me in a show, knowing me only from my rehearsal piano work.

There isn’t long now until this session (my second last of music) is over at uni. On my count, four teaching weeks left, then recess week and then exams. Just checking my exam timetable now, come the 7th of June I will have a huge five week break to focus of Little Shop. Looking forward to it! Until then, however, it’s work, work, work to get it all done in time.

Uh oh, Alec has been a bad boy. At least he isn’t one of his brothers.

Now I know it’s cliched to write about having “one of those days”, but if I had to experience it, you do too. Unless you click a button on your browser, but please don’t.

It started this morning when I went to get the mail from the letterbox. For some unknown reason I instinctively locked the front door as I walked out, locking myself out. I went around the back hoping another door I had used that morning was open, but alas I had locked that too. My only option was to climb onto the second story and hope to find a door open. I pulled out the most dingy, unsafe ladder I could find in the garage. The wood it was made of resembled a deteriorating bridge across a great canyon. The rungs were more like sticks of dowel than planks. I needed to stretch it out to it’s most flimsy to even get close, and I still had to climb onto the very top rung, and hope that I wasn’t going to have a Jimmy Steward in Vertigo moment (or worse, the poor policeman). Gripping on for dear life I finally pulled myself onto the railing and held tight as I slowly edged each bit of my body over. Boy was I glad when the door opened when I finally pulled myself to safety.

After all this I got ready to go to uni, packed my things, and walked to the bus stop. Well, almost. I was about 10 metres away from it when the bus roared past me without stopping.

I had had enough at that point, so I turned around and walked home and didn’t feel guilty at all.