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Sunday, February 15, 2015

Overheard at Work, vol. CXIII

Plenty has been written and posted and shared about what an insane winter Boston is having this year.

The club has closed three weeks in a row on Monday and sometimes on Tuesday. The MBTA has closed for at least one day every week for the last month. Currently, my blinds are open, my space heater is blasting, and the wind outside is so crazy, I fear for my windows.

The latest report is that we have had over 95 inches of snow this season.


For reals.

13 year old girl, as I began to join her in song: This ain't no High School Musical, why are you joining in?

Me, to 13 year old girl: Why are you so mean to me?
Girl: Cuz I love you so much!

Colleague A: Seth is gonna be a staff here.
Me: Except he hates kids.
Colleague A: ...Perfect.

Colleague B, referring to our staff: We're dirty motherf*ckers.

Sunday, January 25, 2015

Overheard at Work, vol. CXII

It's been almost a month back in the grind since the holidays, which is kind of insane.


8-year-old boy, explaining a confrontation with another boy:  He kicked me in my B-E-L-L-C-S.
(Not sure how he got there from B-A-L-L-S.)

Me: What are you doing?
Teenage boy: Anything with a heartbeat. JK.

I ran a teen acting program hour and we did an exercise where we interviewed each other, in pairs, and then condensed the information we gathered down to a haiku. Here is mine:

He sleeps, once dreaming
Of fighting fires. One day,
He'll study oceans.

13 year old girl, riffing on my habit of naming my 30s birthdays: 31-derful, 32-sday, 33-some...

Me, getting up, in a fit of activity: On to the next thing, on to the next thing, on to the next thing, on to the next thing, on to the next thing...
Coworker A: ...Annie broke.

Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Best of 2014

Drinking Buddies
Short Term 12
Don Jon
First Position
The Normal Heart
Enough Said
Elaine Stritch: Shoot Me
Obvious Child
Wish I Was Here
Guardians of the Galaxy
The Fault in Our Stars
Much Ado About Nothing (2012)
Gone Girl
The Hunger Games: Mockingjay Part 1

blink by Malcolm Gladwell
Looking for Alaska by John Green
Like No Other by Una LaMarche
Not That Kind of Girl by Lena Dunham
The Opposite of Loneliness by Marina Keegan
Althea and Oliver by Cristina Moracho
I’ll Give You the Sun by Jandy Nelson
Yes Please by Amy Poehler
Everything I Never Told You by Celeste Ng

Love in the Future by John Legend, especially “All of Me”
“Do What U Want” by Lady Gaga featuring R. Kelly
 “Dark Horse” by Katy Perry
Nirvana and In the Lonely Hour by Sam Smith
 “Not a Bad Thing” by Justin Timberlake
1000 Forms of Fear by Sia
“Rip Tide” by Vance Joy
“Something I Need” by One Republic
“Rather Be” by Clean Bandit feat. Jess Glynne
 “Girls Chase Boys” by Ingrid Michaelson
Make a Move by Gavin Degraw
1989 by Taylor Swift
Beyonce Platinum Edition

Witness Uganda at American Repertory Theater
Finding Neverland at American Repertory Theater
Matlida at the Shubert Theatre

Here's to a happy and prosperous new year!

Thanks for reading!

Friday, December 5, 2014

Overheard at Work, vol. CXI

What can I say?

Two weeks from today, and I'll be heading into 12 days off.


Needless to say, the holiday crunch is upon us and the countdown is on.

Colleague A: I am the queen of the back comb. I should be from New Jersey.

Me: What if I bit you?
7 year old boy: Then I would go and get a shark to bite your whole body.

7 year old boy: You've got comfortable hair. I could sleep on it.

Teen, to Colleague B, calling through a window, to where she was sitting alone: You in a meeting? You in a meeting with God or something?

15 year old girl: Where's my sister? Where are you keeping her?

Sunday, November 23, 2014


As of yesterday, I have four tattoos.

They are reminders, images, symbols of moments in time. Of eras. Of questions I am still seeking answers to. Of commands to myself to keep moving and learning.

Body modifications that make me feel sexy and rebellious and deep and self-aware.

They are stories yet to tell and stories told.

I have learned that getting a tattoo feels like getting a tattoo. It’s a hot scratchy pain that makes your skin flaky and scabby and crusty and itchy.

There is a ritual to the after care, keeping it clean and covered and moisturized. It makes me keenly aware of my skin, about these parts of my body that I have embellished.

I rescheduled getting my first tattoo because I was going on a trip to Chicago and didn’t want my foot to be wounded, walking in a new place.

I made the decision to get my second tattoo while drunk with a friend. We have matching ones now. And I don’t regret it.

The tattoo on my back made my skin itchy for so long that I thought I had nerve damage. It’s the one I get the most compliments about.

This new one is puffy and sensitive and scabby already, the delicate skin on my inner arm angry and hot.

I wasn’t sure I wanted it.

I didn’t know where to put it.

I’d only had the image in my mind for a few weeks, even though I had an appointment months ago.

Yesterday, after having my artist resize the image twice, and as the needle was poised, it crossed my mind:

“I can still say no.”

I said yes instead.

And then got home and promptly freaked out.

I couldn’t pinpoint why.

Tattoos are permanent. My arm will never look the same. That arrow will stare at me for the rest of my life.

Reminding me of my uncertainty. Of, what felt like, my 31 year old impulse.

It made me feel really uncomfortable.

It’s simple and gorgeous. But it’s forever.

And it commemorates this super tough year and how, despite sometimes feeling like I’m getting pulled back, I always need to be aiming forward.

I made the decision, in an instant and despite all my reservations, to get it anyway.

And there’s something that I like about that.

Because, really, what’s permanent?

There is only this moment and this decision and this body and this memory.

And they are mine.


Friday, November 21, 2014

Overheard at Work, vol. CX


It's almost Thanksgiving already.

So there's that.

Anybody know where 2014 went?


OK then, me neither.

13-year-old boy: Uh oh! Annie's in the building. It's about to go down.

16-year-old boy: They're laughing cuz I got my eating face on.

10-year-old girl: I'm hairable.
13-year-old boy: Unbeweavable.

Colleague A: I'm so confused all the time!

7-year-old boy, squeezing my upper arms: You got the pow pow. The squishy squishy.

7-year-old boy: I got 25 girlfriends.
Me: Name them all.
Boy: I can't remember all their names.

14-year-old boy: Can I see that rubber cement?
Me: Why?
Boy: I heard it smells good.
Me: Then no.

Friday, October 24, 2014

Overheard at Work, vol. CIX

This was a pretty busy week, full of meetings and workshops and interviews and special guests and visits.

And now it's suddenly Friday, and I'm kind of disoriented by it.

I literally sat at a desk today and asked one of my kids, "Wait. It IS Friday, right?" It was super confusing.

Me, entering the art room: Hello, all my friends!
Teen girl: You're not my friend...you're my sister.

Colleague A, during a staff meeting, as we discussed Halloween plans: We got a pumpkin connect?

Colleague B, trying to name Taylor Swift's new song, "Out of the Woods": What's it called? "Elbows Out"?

Me: You look like a 12 year old with your hood on.
Colleague B: I know. All you see is cheeks.

Me: You have leaves in your hair.
9 year old boy: It's chips.

Me: Rebel Wilson is her real name. And her siblings are like Liberty and Rocket or something.
13 year old girl: I'm gonna name my son...CARL!

Me: Why are you guys in here?
9 year old boy: We're MEN!