Overheard...

[fajrdrako]

For three days now, they've been rebuilding the front doors at the Ottawa Little Theatre. My office is across the lobby from the front doors, about 15 feet away. It's been an adventure. Jackhammers, dust, strangers walking in off the street...

My boss asked me why real construction workers don't look like the hunky guys in the TV ads. I had no good answer for her except that life is unfair.

Anyway, I can hear just about everything the men say as they work on the door, just now I caught a snatch of conversation from one man to another: "You know, we could bury your body under the cement here and no one would know."

But hey, this theatre already has a ghost. We don't need another.

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[monsieureden.livejournal.com]

My boss asked me why real construction workers don't look like the hunky guys in the TV ads. I had no good answer for her except that life is unfair.

A librarian once commented that she was going to file a complaint with the director that better looking men hadn't been picked for our three year construction. I mean come on... three years.

[fajrdrako.livejournal.com]

Yes - totally unfair!

[monsieureden.livejournal.com]

And of course, the unattractive ones glare at you and make under-their-breath comments. Ew.

[fajrdrako.livejournal.com]

I'll try to be oblivious.

[rosiespark.livejournal.com]

But hey, this theatre already has a ghost.

It does? Well, of course it does: no self-respecting theatre would be without one. Does it also have a subterranean "vast glassy lake"? ;)

[fajrdrako.livejournal.com]

If there is a vast glassy lake, I have not yet found it. Our ghost's name is Martha, and it is sgenerally believed that she has a love of theatre.