My Blue Castle

We're in the push-me-pull-you stage of theatrical production.

first email exchange of the day:

Me: Uh, the director wonders if we can do [THIS] instead of what we talked about.
LD: HUH? I thought we were doing [plan A].
Director: OK, sorry. Nevermind. Forget about the change of plans. We're going back to plan A.

second email exchange of the day:

Theater manager: Hey guys...your space is free all day.
Theater manager (half an hour later): Oops. I lied. Sorry. You can't get in till late afternoon...

Still haven't heard back from Producers about going over to look at the props and furniture warehouse on campus. So while we have alternative furniture we are waiting on the warehouse trip before dragging in three sets of everything, putting us even further behind than if someone would just make a flipping decision!!

sigh...

on the plus side -- at least there's still a plan A.
note to production staff.
Could we STICK to plan A please???
I can't manage anything if you're pulling the rug out from under me every hour on the hour.
K? Thx.
Me.

and people wonder why creative types resort to self medicating...