Hmn, so many 'no shit' stories of the week...

First of all, my boss had his credit card number stolen earlier this week. Get this: they had all his personal information, including the extra 3 digit security number on the back of his card. And the charges were traced to a toys-r-us ISP in Brookland. Yeah, we think it's the mafia.

Then, unfortunately, our would-be 3rd year lighting design grad student went back to Japan for good this summer. Junko, we'll miss you!

The best story is from last night, however. It's final dress rehearsal, and the stage manager's boyfriend calls and says that her dog has run away from home, and she probably won't be able to make it to rehearsal that night.
The director called her back. She made it in a few minutes later.

Then today, ugh, I dropped the tech table on my toe, and tore up a third of my toenail. It hurts. Yeah. It hurts a lot.

I think that's it...still not too sure what I'll be doing when I get back home. I guess we'll see...