Sometimes I feel like I put in a bit too much effort into stupid things. Stupid things that are fun at first, but then become tiresome and gruesome when they don't pay off.
For today's session, we were split up into groups and asked to work on different topics. We had to come up with a skit, on talking to patients with extreme beliefs.
I very much wanted to take the backburner on this discussion, mainly because I was grilling some chicken on the side and making lunch. However, none of them wanted to really go into it so I decided to write. I didn't comment and just began to type, as an anonymous alpaca on the google document.
I wrote a pretty okay script, if you ask me. There was enough provocation and intrigue in it to make for a compelling argument between doctor and patient. I was writing the doctor's part while my counter part wrote for the patient, playing off of my sentences.
They really butchered it. I feel ashamed. The skit wasn't meant to be funny, or dramatic, or meant to be Oscar-worthy as a performance. They just had to follow the script.
As if adding insult to injury, I over-cooked my chicken. I am chewing bullets at the moment.
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