Aaaaarrgh! Vanessa says she is getting email after email from the cast. Okay, I went over my schedule extremely meticulously. Vanessa made me a calendar with very specific dates that people weren't going to be there. Every date on their conflict sheets was on my "conflict calendar." So I planned my rehearsals around these conflicts (there really were kind of a lot when it came down to it.)
So BRITTNEY AND CYN AND SACHI all called to say that I scheduled them on days when they had written down conflicts. NO. NO, I DIDN'T. YOU DID NOT WRITE YOUR FUCKING CONFLICTS DOWN, BITCHES! It's not fine, either, because I was planning on working with Brittney for a good hour and fifteen minutes on that final monologue. Time we will desperately need. I know this. Then one more of the cast members drops out. So I am short another of the old men. I am so fucking short on old men that I'm thinking about reversing my firm hatred for AARP.
Then my Petruchio wants to know why we're not having a read-through. I emailed him back, "Because it's a damn waste of time." Okay, maybe not those exact words. But I am the director and I don't fucking feel like having a read-through. Okay? Okay? Is that okay with everyone?
Happy post to follow.