I have witnessed it.
You must witness it alot, TiZ?
Yup. I do. But rarely in the form of company management. It's a haaaaaard job. Honestly. Cranky, whiny actors not knowing their way around a new town and the company manager is the local tour guide and adoptive parent du jour.
I've come across a bunch recently who are the parents who got knocked up and should have dumped their child swaddled in a hole-riddled blankey at a church. I've come across a bunch who are absentee parents. I've come across a bunch that would put Susan Smith and Andrea Yates to shame.
But not SR. (Remember, we aim to be name-free here at TiZandAsS.)
Oh, SR, we love you.
She's so good, all you have to do is think about her and she's there. (It's true. It HAPPENED.)
She so magical, she made a 14-hour travel day a-okay. AND took me grocery shopping at midnight.
She loves actors. (This is the part that's most-oft forgot.)
She provides the most comprehensive welcome packet ever assembled--including maps highlighting where we go. And she doesn't laugh when we still get lost. She decorates the apartments personally. And they're stocked. STOCKED. Theaters insist we leave apartments clean (as they should), but rarely provide us with the goods to do so. (Honest to Jesus, I once had to beg for a vacuum cleaner.) SR provides everything--dish soap, dishwasher detergent, window cleaner, tub and tile cleaner, laundry detergent, dryer sheets, mop, broom and, lest we forget, the oh-so-necessary vacuum cleaner.
Think it's too good to be true? She supplies all non-perishables that have to do with coffee and tea...the coffee and tea, of course, but also two kinds of sugar, two kinds of dietary sweetener, and some fake milky stuff that's dry.
At 1 in the morning, she remembers that the guys mentioned in passing that you love yoga, so she regales you with all the options.
And when you've had a bad morning because your tv and tub don't work and your cashmere sweater is ruined by the stupid stupid paint guys who didn't tell you your door was freshly painted, SHE MAKES IT ALL BETTER BY THE END OF THE DAY! This includes taking said cashmere sweater to her favorite dry-cleaner, and if that fails, paying for it.
I poop you no.
And she's shiny and funny and dry and real every inch of the way.
I love SR. I love excellence.