Cygnia

2020 has been a hard year for me personally. 😕
 
Beginning of the year, our original producer of my dinner theatre troupe had been fired"encouraged to step down" after she called out toxic behavior in upper management.  Stayed on to give her replacements a chance because she asked us to "not leave them in the lurch".  Reluctantly, we did.  I'm getting a bad vibe off the new bosses, who seem to be Corporate cheerleaders in lockstep with their "vision".
 
Neil Peart died.
 
COVID hits full blast, with Cleveland dragging its heels into taking it seriously despite DeWine.  Even the dinner theatre has to longer run shows.  Mixed blessing as we lose the extra income, but none of us want to risk our damn lives here.  I start to notice that even before the shutdown, the new bosses aren't casting myself or my husband in the detective roles.  In fact, they're sticking with one particular guy only, never bothering to rotate out (something our old boss always did)...
 
...I'm paranoid I'm overthinking things as usual.
 
Loved ones get infected, husband works at home, restaurants I love close -- some for good.
 
Dinner theatre starts back up with new guidelines.  Only one detective is used, red herring role is dropped.  The new bosses keeps using the Same Guy Only (not a knock on him -- he's talented [trained him myself] and he knows this is hinky).  Audiences refuse to wear their masks during the show.  Husband politely asks the bosses about rotating the detective role as we've got 12 people on cast to have played the detective numerous times and the bosses' answer is pure BS, saying only Same Guy has the "experience" to solo detect~!
 
I show them the saved receipts of ME as solo detective with audiences of over 50 before they took over.  Hubby brings up COVID, asking about putting eggs in only one basket...
 
...and this is when the new bosses bluntly say they'll never see us as detectives -- ever.  We finish our obligations for the month and leave.  Four years of blood, sweat and tears we gave that company.  I was the original detective cast with the old boss -- I CARRIED this franchise.  It bloody HURTS to be treated this way by corporate suck-ups.
 
My depression rears its ugly head in full force, sending me into a tail-spin.  I get badgered by my "best friend" to go visit her down in Florida -- by myself. 
 
I have a really bad feeling about it.
 
Husband talks me into going, saying it'll do me some good.
 
I am alone down there.  During the course of that trip, my "friend" shows herself as the toxic, abusive danger all along.  It is torturous.  I'm gaslit and mocked every day there.  The last day I'm in fear for my life as she urges me to throw myself in traffic on the highway.  I'm in tears at the airport, tears in the flights back home.
 
I block her and unfriend her everywhere.
 
And then I get COVID.  And give it to my husband.
 
Even when I'm out of quarantine, my new therapist insists on rescheduling.  When I finally do see her and pour what has passed for me in the recent months, I can't shake the feeling she's victim-blaming me.
 
And looking for another therapist right now is like pulling teeth, with promises of "we'll call you the next day" being as empty as the wind.
 
ETA:  OH YEAH!  And beginning of the year, I get sexually harassed at my acting school and the head of the school LETS HIM BACK IN, disregarding my genuine concerns and concrete evidence THAT HE IS VIOLENT.

Ferris Bueller

2020 has been a hard year for me personally. 😕
 
Beginning of the year, our original producer of my dinner theatre troupe had been fired"encouraged to step down" after she called out toxic behavior in upper management.  Stayed on to give her replacements a chance because she asked us to "not leave them in the lurch".  Reluctantly, we did.  I'm getting a bad vibe off the new bosses, who seem to be Corporate cheerleaders in lockstep with their "vision".
 
Neil Peart died.
 
COVID hits full blast, with Cleveland dragging its heels into taking it seriously despite DeWine.  Even the dinner theatre has to longer run shows.  Mixed blessing as we lose the extra income, but none of us want to risk our damn lives here.  I start to notice that even before the shutdown, the new bosses aren't casting myself or my husband in the detective roles.  In fact, they're sticking with one particular guy only, never bothering to rotate out (something our old boss always did)...
 
...I'm paranoid I'm overthinking things as usual.
 
Loved ones get infected, husband works at home, restaurants I love close -- some for good.
 
Dinner theatre starts back up with new guidelines.  Only one detective is used, red herring role is dropped.  The new bosses keeps using the Same Guy Only (not a knock on him -- he's talented [trained him myself] and he knows this is hinky).  Audiences refuse to wear their masks during the show.  Husband politely asks the bosses about rotating the detective role as we've got 12 people on cast to have played the detective numerous times and the bosses' answer is pure BS, saying only Same Guy has the "experience" to solo detect~!
 
I show them the saved receipts of ME as solo detective with audiences of over 50 before they took over.  Hubby brings up COVID, asking about putting eggs in only one basket...
 
...and this is when the new bosses bluntly say they'll never see us as detectives -- ever.  We finish our obligations for the month and leave.  Four years of blood, sweat and tears we gave that company.  I was the original detective cast with the old boss -- I CARRIED this franchise.  It bloody HURTS to be treated this way by corporate suck-ups.
 
My depression rears its ugly head in full force, sending me into a tail-spin.  I get badgered by my "best friend" to go visit her down in Florida -- by myself. 
 
I have a really bad feeling about it.
 
Husband talks me into going, saying it'll do me some good.
 
I am alone down there.  During the course of that trip, my "friend" shows herself as the toxic, abusive danger all along.  It is torturous.  I'm gaslit and mocked every day there.  The last day I'm in fear for my life as she urges me to throw myself in traffic on the highway.  I'm in tears at the airport, tears in the flights back home.
 
I block her and unfriend her everywhere.
 
And then I get COVID.  And give it to my husband.
 
Even when I'm out of quarantine, my new therapist insists on rescheduling.  When I finally do see her and pour what has passed for me in the recent months, I can't shake the feeling she's victim-blaming me.
 
And looking for another therapist right now is like pulling teeth, with promises of "we'll call you the next day" being as empty as the wind.
 
ETA:  OH YEAH!  And beginning of the year, I get sexually harassed at my acting school and the head of the school LETS HIM BACK IN, disregarding my genuine concerns and concrete evidence THAT HE IS VIOLENT.

You ain't kidding.  Any one of the things you just wrote about could prove overwhelming.  You faced all of them and still have the strength to write about it, which makes you one tough gal in my book.  I do hope that 2021 is better to you, and if I come up with any better words, maybe I'll put 'em here too.

2020 has been a hard year for me personally. 😕
 
Beginning of the year, our original producer of my dinner theatre troupe had been fired"encouraged to step down" after she called out toxic behavior in upper management.  Stayed on to give her replacements a chance because she asked us to "not leave them in the lurch".  Reluctantly, we did.  I'm getting a bad vibe off the new bosses, who seem to be Corporate cheerleaders in lockstep with their "vision".
 
Neil Peart died.
 
COVID hits full blast, with Cleveland dragging its heels into taking it seriously despite DeWine.  Even the dinner theatre has to longer run shows.  Mixed blessing as we lose the extra income, but none of us want to risk our damn lives here.  I start to notice that even before the shutdown, the new bosses aren't casting myself or my husband in the detective roles.  In fact, they're sticking with one particular guy only, never bothering to rotate out (something our old boss always did)...
 
...I'm paranoid I'm overthinking things as usual.
 
Loved ones get infected, husband works at home, restaurants I love close -- some for good.
 
Dinner theatre starts back up with new guidelines.  Only one detective is used, red herring role is dropped.  The new bosses keeps using the Same Guy Only (not a knock on him -- he's talented [trained him myself] and he knows this is hinky).  Audiences refuse to wear their masks during the show.  Husband politely asks the bosses about rotating the detective role as we've got 12 people on cast to have played the detective numerous times and the bosses' answer is pure BS, saying only Same Guy has the "experience" to solo detect~!
 
I show them the saved receipts of ME as solo detective with audiences of over 50 before they took over.  Hubby brings up COVID, asking about putting eggs in only one basket...
 
...and this is when the new bosses bluntly say they'll never see us as detectives -- ever.  We finish our obligations for the month and leave.  Four years of blood, sweat and tears we gave that company.  I was the original detective cast with the old boss -- I CARRIED this franchise.  It bloody HURTS to be treated this way by corporate suck-ups.
 
My depression rears its ugly head in full force, sending me into a tail-spin.  I get badgered by my "best friend" to go visit her down in Florida -- by myself. 
 
I have a really bad feeling about it.
 
Husband talks me into going, saying it'll do me some good.
 
I am alone down there.  During the course of that trip, my "friend" shows herself as the toxic, abusive danger all along.  It is torturous.  I'm gaslit and mocked every day there.  The last day I'm in fear for my life as she urges me to throw myself in traffic on the highway.  I'm in tears at the airport, tears in the flights back home.
 
I block her and unfriend her everywhere.
 
And then I get COVID.  And give it to my husband.
 
Even when I'm out of quarantine, my new therapist insists on rescheduling.  When I finally do see her and pour what has passed for me in the recent months, I can't shake the feeling she's victim-blaming me.
 
And looking for another therapist right now is like pulling teeth, with promises of "we'll call you the next day" being as empty as the wind.
 
ETA:  OH YEAH!  And beginning of the year, I get sexually harassed at my acting school and the head of the school LETS HIM BACK IN, disregarding my genuine concerns and concrete evidence THAT HE IS VIOLENT.

2020 has been a hard year for me personally. 😕
 
Beginning of the year, our original producer of my dinner theatre troupe had been fired"encouraged to step down" after she called out toxic behavior in upper management.  Stayed on to give her replacements a chance because she asked us to "not leave them in the lurch".  Reluctantly, we did.  I'm getting a bad vibe off the new bosses, who seem to be Corporate cheerleaders in lockstep with their "vision".
 
Neil Peart died.
 
COVID hits full blast, with Cleveland dragging its heels into taking it seriously despite DeWine.  Even the dinner theatre has to longer run shows.  Mixed blessing as we lose the extra income, but none of us want to risk our damn lives here.  I start to notice that even before the shutdown, the new bosses aren't casting myself or my husband in the detective roles.  In fact, they're sticking with one particular guy only, never bothering to rotate out (something our old boss always did)...
 
...I'm paranoid I'm overthinking things as usual.
 
Loved ones get infected, husband works at home, restaurants I love close -- some for good.
 
Dinner theatre starts back up with new guidelines.  Only one detective is used, red herring role is dropped.  The new bosses keeps using the Same Guy Only (not a knock on him -- he's talented [trained him myself] and he knows this is hinky).  Audiences refuse to wear their masks during the show.  Husband politely asks the bosses about rotating the detective role as we've got 12 people on cast to have played the detective numerous times and the bosses' answer is pure BS, saying only Same Guy has the "experience" to solo detect~!
 
I show them the saved receipts of ME as solo detective with audiences of over 50 before they took over.  Hubby brings up COVID, asking about putting eggs in only one basket...
 
...and this is when the new bosses bluntly say they'll never see us as detectives -- ever.  We finish our obligations for the month and leave.  Four years of blood, sweat and tears we gave that company.  I was the original detective cast with the old boss -- I CARRIED this franchise.  It bloody HURTS to be treated this way by corporate suck-ups.
 
My depression rears its ugly head in full force, sending me into a tail-spin.  I get badgered by my "best friend" to go visit her down in Florida -- by myself. 
 
I have a really bad feeling about it.
 
Husband talks me into going, saying it'll do me some good.
 
I am alone down there.  During the course of that trip, my "friend" shows herself as the toxic, abusive danger all along.  It is torturous.  I'm gaslit and mocked every day there.  The last day I'm in fear for my life as she urges me to throw myself in traffic on the highway.  I'm in tears at the airport, tears in the flights back home.
 
I block her and unfriend her everywhere.
 
And then I get COVID.  And give it to my husband.
 
Even when I'm out of quarantine, my new therapist insists on rescheduling.  When I finally do see her and pour what has passed for me in the recent months, I can't shake the feeling she's victim-blaming me.
 
And looking for another therapist right now is like pulling teeth, with promises of "we'll call you the next day" being as empty as the wind.
 
ETA:  OH YEAH!  And beginning of the year, I get sexually harassed at my acting school and the head of the school LETS HIM BACK IN, disregarding my genuine concerns and concrete evidence THAT HE IS VIOLENT.

Ferris Bueller

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