Artists Die But Box Office Lives

Woke up this morning clutching the duvet after a nightmare in which nameless terrorists had swarmed into my former theatre determined to kill all Artists but quite happy to let the Box Office staff survive.  And now that I remember, they were also after people who wore colourful belts....

Hmm.  I can see the platform I was about to build for a psychological examination of the danger that Artists present to society as perceived in my subconscious is getting a little shaky.  The DANGER of Artists-and-tasselled-belt-wearers just doesn't have quite the same ring.  And now that I remember, the terrorists were all quite brightly dressed in tasty pink, pale yellow and blue.  Very well pressed too.

But, but, they definitely DID want to kill all the Artists.  I only managed to survive because I remembered to say, at the last minute: "I don't work here any more!!!"... and because my tassels were on the small side.

 And why were Box Office spared anyway?  Better customer service skills?? If Artists were all eradicated what were they going to sell tickets too???

 I have noticed that since leaving full-time venue management three weeks ago, my Artist's brain is taking up a lot more space than it used to, squeezing administration back into the corners.  It feels like watching time-lapse photography of jungle vines growing at top speed all over crisply outlined rectangular temples somewhere in Mexico. Working out how to balance the time given to each is going to be an interesting challenge.  I seem to need a clear break between using the left and right sides of my brain.  Sleep works, or a nice meal.  Hmm now that I think of it, there's some left-over pizza from last night in the fridge downstairs...