End of a Fit-Up

Oh god my knees.

And my arms!  Don’t ask me to get anything down from high shelves for a while.

And lord, but my feet.  Biohazard socks.  (Sock crisis moment too!  Laundry overtime…)  A week in steel shoes and my god, and not wanting to put too fine a point on it, I smell.

And my hands!  I have no idea when half these cuts happened, and blame steel wire rope.  I mean what a mess.  If it was covered by fabric, the fabric’s frayed, if it was bare (and god theatres get hot during a rigging) then it’s bruised or grazed.

Blood flowing back to legs a bad idea.

Oh dear lord and the flat.  Mega-tidy time needed.

And my brain!

No more dimmer numbers!  No more questing for hard power!  No more cable runs!

It’s the end of a week and a half of being a lighting technician on a rig.

Bed now!