The thing I liked the best? Getting away with a bad attitude. Anytime anyone came to me for direction, I shrugged and fobbed them off. I’d say, “I don’t know,” with an enormous grin on my face. “It’s not my problem,” became my mantra. Now and then I’d hook a thumb over my shoulder and say, “ask her. She’s the stage manager this year.”
No one called me on it. Not once. Now and then someone, particularly those who watched me deal with being stage manager the year before, would grin back at me.
It was such a release.
It reminds me of when I was in high school and played hookie one day. I was an honors student in orchestra, debate, speech, science club, and a member of a private repertory theater. In spring I spent more time out of class than in. One day I was so burnt out from all the extra curricular activity that I played hookie. None of my teachers marked me absent. They all assumed I was busy with one of those extra curricular things, knew I’m make up for it with home work, and didn’t worry about it. I was shocked. I also learned the value of a good reputation.
So, I rested on my laurels this week, and got away with it.
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