I'm the first to admit this whole salary thing is getting out of control. In the final analysis it's still about the work.
For a long time I thought I could deal with my anger and hostility on my own. But I couldn't. I denied that it had affected me and yet I was so frantic on the inside with other people: I needed to be constantly reassured.
I think it's sad that movies and television have caused the theatre to fade...
I'm horrible in the mornings. I'm grumpy.
Just get out. Just leave.
It was honestly, it was torture.
