Bullshit Manifesto

Last Thursday I helped my girl Corey with her printer, which she hadn’t been able to get working in almost 2 years, and got it working (albeit only in black and white, as the color cartridge needed replacing with lack of use in two years).  This was payment for the printer’s use to print copies of my resumé, as I had a few interviews coming up in the next few days.  While there she asked if I had heard any word about the improv group I had auditioned for.  I had forgotten that I should have heard by then whether I’d made it.  So, I chuckled about that fact, and came to terms with the fact that I didn’t get it.  C’est la vie.  The audition had gone well, but I didn’t have a resumé, and when the group was asked about their prior experience, I felt myself coming short in comparison to the other peoples’ experience.  Classes at Groundlings, years of experience with other companies…  but I’d done so much better than them…  I guess experience counts for something…
Friday started with my interviews at a temp agency in Pasadena, where I arrived with resumés in hand, ready to take their proficiency exams in Excel, Word, and anything else they might throw my way.  After breezing through their exams and scoring far beyond their normal averages, they had me meet with another division of their temp agencies that handles accounting firms, as my scores in Excel were quite exceptional.  I left quite confident that I would be getting a job, or at the very least an an interview with one of their clients, shortly.  Cloud nine.

I picked up my paycheck, cashed it, and went to Target to buy some red briefs for Hedwig, as I was positive it would be the one costume item that wouldn’t be provided.  I have gone with briefs, boxer briefs, or commando for the past ten years or more.  I had’t worn briefs in more than ten years.  In order to get the one pair of red briefs I needed, I had to buy the 5 pack that contained the one pair of red priefs I needed.

Laughing at the irony of it all, I went home, made myself quite the lunch (a steak, slowly cooked on a bed of onions and potatoes, washed down with a few beers), and started to watch Willow.  While yelling aloud “There is still good in you” to George Lucas, who, despite my earnest praying has fallen to The Dark Side, I received a multitude of calls.  A girl that I’d been interested in called me to see if I wanted to go to the bar.  This was unexpected, to say the least, as my interest in her wasn’t known to anyone but me.  After telling her about my plans with Hedwig, and that I would love to take a raincheck, she said she might come out to the show.  It turns out she didn’t, but all the same, I am more than happy to have said rain check in the bank.  Then an old friend from eHarmony called asking if I’d be interested in a poker game at his place coming Friday.  I had a blast the last time, and this coming game sounds like it will be a much bigger and entertaining affair than the last.  Good times, good peeps, I’m there.  Then I got the call from the imrpov group.  As it turned out, he hadn’t gotten to calling me until the day after he had promised, but I didn’t care.  I’m in.  I made it.  A reputable improv group that will mean experience, exposure, and above all, making people laugh.  I can’t tell you what that meant/means to me.  The first rehearsal is tonight, and I’m stoked beyond compare.

Then today I had another interview in the Wilshire District.  Not altogether than optimistic about the job, I went to the interview anyhow, and by the end I was offered the job on the spot.  I accepted, ecstatic, and proceeded to dance in the elevator once the doors had closed, all the way to my car.

So, to recap:

1) I got a job

2) I’m being pursued by attractive girls

3) I’m making progress in my acting career beyond community college.

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