I made a reservation today.
It’s about time, I suppose, but no one ever accused me of constantly getting things done too early. Which reminds me, I suppose I should start working on my financial aid forms for two weeks from now – or make sure I’m ready for the start of my new LSAT class, two days from now. Eh, whatever. Blog now, work some other time. So, I have requested a standing weekly room reservation from the fine folks at Cornell in my capacity as managing director of *Results May Vary improv.
Yeah, that’s right, I have a title and stuff now. No business cards, but who knows, that might happen sometime. In order to prevent any confusion, internecine squabbling, redundant and contradictory instructions, or narwhal attacks (you can never be too careful with those), we’ve split the tasks related to running *RMV. The FIBH is our creative director, in charge of running rehearsals, MCing at performances, casting – basically, everything in a rehearsal or on stage. I’m managing director, in charge of everything outside of rehearsal and getting a stage. And business cards.
That’s all just fine and dandy, but this will be an interesting experience. On the one hand, things I’m interested in are always easier for me to do – yes, I know, this is probably true for everyone, but even a mostly-treated depression makes that a steep damn curve. So something like this, I have a fair amount of push to get behind, because I want to do it. On the other hand, I suck at up-and-at-em spirit. On the gripping hand, if there are several things I pride myself on, one of them is being able to take something I don’t know how to do and successfully faking it until I’m not faking it any more. I think I’ll survive this. Or at least get a few laughs out of it.
…because it’s an improv group. It’s a joke… thing… laughs… right.
