Whenever we do a show, I never realize how much energy is expended until it’s all over. All day we walk around, or pace, if you prefer, making sure all details are covered, everything is in it’s place, did we forget anything, will Lady Gaga have a cordless mic for her entrance, if extra people show up do we have seats for them, hope there’s not too many no-shows, is the room too hot, is it too cold, yes to both depending on who you ask, do we have our water glasses in place, how long can I last before my feet start screaming in these shoes, do I have lipstick on my teeth, (yes) and the list goes on and on. Silly stuff, yes, some of it is…..but it uses up energy.
At the end of the show, when all the guests have left, it hits us. We’re exhausted. And now we get to break down all the equipment, gather up all the costumes and make up and shoes and full length mirrors and haul it out to our cars. While driving home, you’re physically exhausted, but your mind hasn’t shut off yet. Sleep! Sleep! Sleep!
What sucks is when you have to work a double the next day. So I got up, had my usual mass quantities of coffee, dragged my ass to work, (My hair looked worse than a cheap wig on a mannequin) so I did a hair spray sculpture, waited for the lunch rush to hit, and then suddenly you’re off and running, no time to think, energy reserves kick in and you’re good to go. Then the shift is over. Whew, time for a break. You look at the clock and realize it’s 3:30, and you only have half an hour before the next shift begins. Shit. So I drive 2 block to Tim Horton’s, get a frozen coffee drink and a donut, walk back in the restaurant, take a big slug of the frozen coffee, great, now I’ve got brain freeze. Ouch! Only 5 or 6 hours to go….oh look! Chocolate cake! Yeah, I’m on overload, my mind is shot.
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