Seamless

Arrival
I got in fine, took a stroll up the Mound with my suitcase, in flipflops - yes, I'm stubborn enough to not seek out a bus map. Found the flat and the flat mates, everything looks great there.

Training
They refer to it as mucking in for a reason. I work in Baby Belly, the venue that used to be bank vaults, and now reminds me quite a bit of that prehistoric grotto in southern France. The walls drip, nothing ever air dries, and during the rest of the year they give Ghost Tours around the place. Tasks completed yesterday and today:
Painting various wooden things black.
Sweeping and inhaling worrisome amounts of dust.
Setting up, cleaning chairs and zip tying them together.
Writing up the huge timetable board with all the show names - quite an endeavor.
Laying rough felt carpet using a boxcutter and duct tape in the two dressing rooms.

And I had a baked potato from Cockburn street. All is well.
I'm relying on Black Medicine coffee shop for Wifi until the apartment gets hooked up. The store is closing, so I'll scoot off to the staff barbeque and write more later.

Love and purple cows to all. Oh la vache...