07 July 2000
No audience member opens up their program after the show
to find out who the assistant director was. That's a fact. No
one wastes their time with details like that.
Nobody even knows what an assistant director does anyway.
Not even me. I don't even know what my own function is.
If I had written a bio for the program, as Andrea wanted
me to - what would it say?
Amarice, graduated from a Manhattan high school eight
years ago with no hopes of higher education. She spent her early twenties
wandering aimlessly around between jobs that she couldn't manage to keep
for more than six months at a time. Because she has no focus in life
what-so-ever she now mooches off her girlfriend who gave her a place to live
and a job of which she knows nothing about.
There.
The way Andrea works just astounds me. I could *never*
pull a show together all by myself like she can. I don't have the first
clue. But she manages to do it all with such ease and diligence and
calm and grace. She's amazing.
And I don't know why she thinks she needs me there.
I don't know why she's always so thankful for my "help." I don't know
why she says she could have never done the things that she does without me.
One doesn't need to be skilled in making a phone-call,
or running an errand, or typing up memos, or tidying a workspace.
But then, maybe that's why she let *me* have this job.
-Amarice-