We had everything cabled and ready to go within a couple hours, so things were looking great. Everyone was anticipating a quick channel-check, and then we'd be released. That was most definitely not the case.
For background information, we're renting this space, it's not ours. The theatre company had the whole space re-wired and re-circuted, so we're the first people to be in there using this stuff.
Whoever installed and labeled everything need to be impaled with an angry gam check. FUBAR comes to mind. And really, that's an accurate way to describe this. The thing is, we can't just re-patch everything because we can only consume so much power at once, so we had everything pre-planned. "This instrument on this pipe will go to this box and this dimmer."
I'm incredibly glad I'm not the Master Electrician or Assistant Master Electrician for this show. Our poor ME is flipping the fuck out.
Today the set is supposed to load into the space, so I guess our show ME and resident ME and etc. are going to work around that and try to fix everything.
Tomorrow we have focus, so we need to have this shit fixed- Monday they go into Tech Week, so we can't still be messing around with this.