November 14, 2005
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I hate being right all the time
I think I know what Susan Parish/Claire Forlani meant the other day when she said
Susan Parish/Claire Forlani
I see things.
This requires some explaining. See, Chris and I went to Waffle King Saturday night. We bumped into Sunni, Wess, Jeff and Melisa. After greeting them (cause we didn’t expect to walk in with them there) Chris and I got a table across the building. During our discourse, the subject of male asininity came up. Chris made the comment that even for a guy I was rather asinine.
I decided right then and there that I needed to take a poll of my peers to see if this was an accurate assessment.
Tomas
Chris and I were having a discussion which has lead to the need to take a poll. I am of the opinion that men are asinine in general.
Jeff, Wess
(nodding)
Of course.
Tomas
Chris is of the opinion that I am asinine even for being a guy. What is your opinon?
Sunni
Yes!
Tomas
You’re my new hero.
Sunni
I can see the obvious.
So you see, I think that Susan Parish/Claire Forlani was saying the same thing in her own words.
And now a word from our sponsor…
Ok, so you all know that work’s been shitty the past week. What you don’t know is what exactly is happening.So Dragonfly quit, as we all know. I signed up for all her hours, but they never got transferred to me in the computer. SO…no one knows what the hell is going on. They finally decided that after sending me home ungodly early Saturday, they wanted me back at 1600. Ok fine. I show up, and we have 6 people doing the job of 2.5 Ridiculious. Bugged outta there around 2100 (at lest I think that’s what it was) and so was satisfied that I got to charge for the time and it somehow didn’t seem a total waste of a day. Until Sunday came.
Yesterday was a bitch and a half. I came in for two––count them: one, two––hours yesterday morning and they wanted to send me on yet another 3+ hour break. Fine. I’ll make up the hours that evening, right? In the words of Will Smith, “AH, HELL NO.” I came back another two hours. I tied up eight fucking hours to serve them and what’s the thanks I get? Being phased out.
This morning was no better. Originally, I was supposed to be there at 0700. But when I finally got someone to go to the office with me and try to fix things, they decided I didn’t need to be in until 0930. Keep in mind that due the scheduling cluster-fuck, I was in all reality scheduled for 60 hours this week. Well, I climbed outta bed late…I was sleep-snoozing the alarm clock and not reading my watch correctly in my stupor. Suffice it to say that it didn’t help employer relations any. But then again, I figure that one good turn deserves another. After an hour and a half, they wanted me to go home and not come back till 1800.
Now I may be stupid, but I’m not dumb. This isn’t employment, it’s being pimped out. I am not a hoe to be pimped. But that’s ok because I was ready for all of this. See the next section entitled:
The Ace Up My Sleeve
Yesterday afternoon, Reggie and I got to talking and we decided that since he’s going to grad school at UCLA next fall, we’d go out after the first of December to LA and scout the land, he to learn more about his new home and I to find a new job if not a foot-hold on the film industry. Tickets (including staying at a four-star hotel [at least according to Priceline's rating system] which, ironically enough was cheaper then some the one and two star locations) came out to $518 per person. That’s for 4 nights and round trip plane tickets from HSV to LAX. We’d leave Dec. 13 and get back in town the morning of the 17/18 depending on what we decide.Once I had that information, I finally signed up for IMDB Pro since I found someone who worked on the The Visitation who is operating a business not unlike Blue Portal in the San Fran area. I also looked up the contact info of some of the big players in the industry…might just have to give them a call and see if they can give me a job. It’s worth a shot, no?
The idea behind going out to LA is to secure a job and place to live. I’d come back, gather my shit, and move. The next step would be to get into film. Ideally, I’d be able to kill two birds with one stone and get a job in the film industry on my first trip to the big city. Time will tell.
Hey Jude or Eric d00d
Whilst talking to Reggie last night, I mentioned transferring to the Macaroni Grill out in LA. So we were perusing the Macaroni Grill site looking at job opportunities. Since we have two of our managers leaving at the end of this month, of course there was an application for management of our restaurant. Reggie started filling out the application and we had a good laugh about it.I went back to the site this morning to really check on LA. Found an IT position in Dallas that doesn’t require a degree. Think I’ll apply for it. It’s not LA and it’s not film, but it is somewhere between the two and Dad always said shoot for the moon and you’ll hit something. Ironic how, if that opportunity works out, I’d be moving into your old stomping grounds, no, Eric? Perhaps I could get to meet Tony.
