Sometimes I forget how spectacular my current occupation is. I'll be hastily walking through the quiet, dimly lit theatre to my next errand and stop... and look up at the stage (^this specific one in particular) ...and think I helped do that (and I got paid for it) The way I received the job offer was quite coincidental. That particular day I happened to peruse my way to the job board online, it was the first time I'd ever looked. Posted that day was a job offer for a "prop assistant." It sounded intriguing. So I marched myself down to the theatre office and handed Judy a resume. In pure happenstance Brother Ray was in said office checking his box and Judy said "this is your girl, Ray" and he said "can you lift 50 pounds?" I replied "Yes." And he said back, in a way only people who know Ray could truly appreciate "are you sure?"
And suddenly I found myself employed in the BYU-Idaho Theatre Department as a prop assistant. Or prop-master. Or prop-mistress. Or properties-mistress. Or prop-tart (I know.) Or really whichever name the theatre professors give me.
My tasks differ from day to day and are, for lack of a better word, completely random. I have a list of props we need for upcoming shows and I either pull it from one of our 2 storage rooms on campus or 3 storage sites off campus, order it online, or make it. Hmn, lets see... in the past I've pulled a taxidermy squirrel (and raccoon for that matter), ordered a used primitive birthing stool, and made an elephant foot umbrella stand. Random, yes?
These photos are from one of our shows last semester, "Enchanted April" (Liz was the lead, and she was magical) It was an equally huge and beautiful set. See that 2nd photo? I spent hours in the woods cutting "monkey vine" to crawl on the castle, chopped limbs to make the tree, hung the camo net and ivy, spray-glued the moss to dress the set, carried that danged statue across campus, pulled that table and those chairs and everything on top, carried every single last one of those plants from storage to stage, and pulled the light fixtures. See that 3rd photo? I gave literal blood, sweat and tears to those chairs as I reupholstered them and filled that brandy glass with flat, watered down ginger ale. (All with direction from the amazing professors and staff in the department and help from tech students and stage managers, of course)
So yes, toot-toot. And yes, I love my current calling.