Getting mad at the cable company

Last night's "Marius" rehearsal brought up this fact: I sometimes present as "too nice" to be some characters, and I have to work on resurrecting the right amount of anger at the right time onstage. David, our director, suggested that my character, Honorine, is not a nice person. So not nice, in fact, that perhaps, if she had to protect her business, she might actually set fire to a competing Marseille fishmonger's stand overnight.

This morning I tried to get the cable company to disconnect my 95-year-old mother's cable account. She stopped watching TV about a year ago, and it's costing us over $80 a month. Why did I keep it on all this time? 

Because...I really thought she might watch something with me sometime, or, maybe I'd book a commercial, and we'd get to watch me together, or... These are emotional decisions, not always logical ones. So, when the cable company told me that I could not disconnect my mother's cable because I didn't have the authority to do so, and they told me I had to personally deliver my power of attorney to their little office a couple of miles away, and the woman on the phone would not let me talk to her supervisor, and refused to give me a fax number where I could fax the documents instead, I really lost it! Oh, don't worry, I ended up getting a fax number from her, and I drafted a cover letter to go with the POA, nailing their issue. And, that's exactly the kind of anger I must bring up onstage as Honorine. I thought this as we were speaking on the phone, and I acknowledged that the cable company was recording my words and voice.

Betty Davis never had a problem channeling anger, did she?