WilderWorks

Jul 26, 2005

What Happened?

When the only thing standing between you and poverty is the script for Highlander 5, you can't help staying up all night re-evaluating your life and watching pirated episodes of the Dave Chapelle Show.

(Dear MPAA, I was kidding about the pirating. I only pirate software.)

Jul 24, 2005

Running out of Ramen

Okay. I'd like a job now. Anybody?

Jul 15, 2005

Ain't Gotta Chance, Cause All They Do Is Dance

What a week it has been. I had my first and last day of work on Monday. On Tuesday, a management company requested one of my screenplays, one that needed revision. Wednesday I had another interview, this one with a company I really liked (and probably will never hear from again) called Sobini Films. Thursday I finished three non-stop days of revision on Storybook Park, though it was technically 8 AM Friday morning. And Friday I mailed it.

Also, somewhere in there, news came down that the director is still interested in Insignificant Others after reading my writing sample, Ladies & Gentlemen. Which puts that on the pressure cooker for the next big race to the finish.

Next week, I'm back to sending out resumes, and trying to get the car insured.

Jul 11, 2005

They Wanted Me to Pay for Parking...

So I quit the job.

Jul 10, 2005

Came West to Make my Fortune

It is a sad day when the job you accept has only one benefit, especially when that benefit is that the hours will make it easy for you to interview for other jobs.

Againt my better judgement, I've accepted a part-time, temporary, low-paying job in the accounting department of Sutton, Barth, & Vennari: Talent Agents. It will be an achievement if I can convince my brain to allocate enough memory to store those three names.

The job market is shit.

Months and dozens of interviews and it comes to this -- 9:00 to 1:00, 5 days a week, with 45 minutes driving either way. Which means, with gas prices, I might net two hours of pay a day. Which would make my take-home, at the end of the month, less than full-time minimum wage. Less than working at In-N-Out Burger. Not enough to pay the rent.

It's sometimes hard to remember why I left New York and almost $20 an hour and people I knew.

But given a chance, I still remember. I still remember...

I am most disappointed with this job because I wished for a tiny measure of stability. A job I could settle into. Settle some debt. Instead, it's yet another ugly, temporary step. If I'm still there in six months, it will be an absolute embarrassment. So, the beat goes on.