I’m halfway through the process of hiring six stage directors for three different plays (which means: I still need three directors). So yesterday I’m speaking to one on the phone who I think would be good for this particular play. But after listening to her schedule, I say, “Hm. It really doesn’t sound like this is going to work.” Bear in mind, she’s just told me that she’s directing another play, one that requires her to be on-site every night, and she’s got a family commitment for all of tech weekend. She shoots back, “But I don’t even know about your project.” So then I explain about the project — being friendly, but utterly wasting time for both of us because it’s transparent that she can’t do my project — and as soon as I’m done, she says words to the effect of, “Oh, I’m sorry, I have these other commitments that I just can’t change, so I’m afraid I’ll have to say no.”

In other words, she couldn’t bear to be rejected, so she turned it around so she was rejecting me.

Pretty pathetic.

I didn’t reject her because of her personality, I rejected her because of her schedule. In fact, I wasn’t truly rejecting her, I was just noting that it wouldn’t work with her schedule. But given this window into working with her, we needn’t worry about that happening again.

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