you know you work in a sketchy neighborhood when you see the police driving through the parking lot several times a day.
but I don't know what the costume shop would be without the walls shaking with the beat of the music coming from next door at the afrimart.
or the hippies smoking and partying outside their tattoo parlor on the other side.
and then the "smiley face donuts" store behind the building, run by people who can hardly understand which donut you want...and then give you free ones at noon right before they close.
the sketchy taco truck...run by people who can't speak a single word of english.
(luckily "taco" is a universal word understood by all.)
even mr. dorrit, the rat, who has decided to make the costume shop his home.
but you know.
it's just another day at the theatre working in the costume shop.
a little over a week until opening...eek!
p.s. the clothes racks in the costume shop are all a bit too high for *this* sadly short costumer.
step stools have become my best friend, lately.
p.p.s. don't be concerned for my safety. i keep the doors locked and, though the stores appear sketchy, everyone seems very nice...and the donuts are ridiculously delicious.