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Scrapes and Bruises Abound

Permalink 02/03/08 at 11:07:47 am, by Ed, 217 words   English (US)
Categories: School

I went to a "production call" yesterday morning. Or, as I like to call it, a "get yelled at and scrape your hands call" for the play that opens soon.

Admittedly, there wasn't that much yelling, but several people were yelled at a couple of times to stop what they were doing and do it a different way. I know I'm not a person who uses heavy-duty power tools very well, such as a table saw, but I was called upon to use it yesterday, as well as a circular saw. You can see where the problems may have occurred.

My hands have scrapes everywhere, though. My left hand has a splinter just below the thumb, a rather large scrape just below the index finger knuckle, a smallish one in the middle of the finger and next to the large one under the middle finger, and just above that one are two more scrapes. On the right hand, there is precisely one scrape on each base knuckle, as well as the next knuckle up on my index finger.

I don't know how these got there, really, but I suppose the god of stagecraft has decreed that thou shalt get scrapes whenever working for more than three hours.

But more importantly, somebody brought pastries, so I am content.

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