No time for blogging!

So tired. I’m not used to this working crap. So I spent the week training for my new job doing phone support for lottery ticket machines. All in all it doesn’t seem like too bad of a job, but I’m not jumping for joy either, except for the fact that we once again have money. I’m just so frustrated at the whole job thing. It sucks so bad that so many of us have to do something we’d really rather not do, only because we have to survive. More than anything I just want a job even somewhat related to something I love. I can’t think of any job in the entertainment industry that I don’t think I would love. It’s amazing how you can do the exact same job in two different industries, and you may hate it in one instance, but love it in the other merely because it’s related to something you feel passionate about. I feel like I have so many varied talents that could be put to use, but all the things I do aren’t things you can just apply for. I have friends who are movie and sitcom writers, Creative Executives, game level designers, TV/Film crew positions, and so many others. I would kill to be able to pay the bills doing something vaguely creative, or interesting, or just in the general field. So once again, I find myself gainfully employed, yet tired all the time with seemingly no time for anything else but a job that I do only because I have bills to pay. I try to remain an optimistic and happy cheery person, but as of late I find it so hard. I feel so much urgency in getting to where I want to go. I feel like I’ve wasted too much time already and now I’m trapped. Sometimes I feel a bit cheated by life and wonder why fortune has not smiled upon me as it may have on others who may not even really appreciate it or feel the passion for what they’ve been given. Sometimes I feel I deserve more. I always realize afterwords how silly and selfish that sounds, but never the less, I feel like this undiscovered treasure packed so densely with potential that may never be discovered. I just wish that everyone, not just me, could make a living doing something remotely related to their inner passions or interests. Grrrr! Frustration!
I would happily move just about anywhere if an opportunity presented itself. I think I may resume what I call my “Lottery Ticket” technique. This is where I write letters to celebrities I admire hoping that my words will be infused with enough magic to perhaps sway them into taking a chance on me and giving me a job of some sort. Production Assistant, Personal Assistant, Secretary, Creative Consultant, whatever. I’m not picky. Anything. I know Mike Judge is a local here in Austin. I love his work. If anyone has his address, let me know. Robert Rodriguez is a local too, as well as Sandra Bullock sometimes. If you see them, give them my information. I think I’m going slightly mad. er…madder. Well, mad in the not cool and fun way. Damn you life! Where are my just rewards! Cough ’em up!


5 Responses

  1. Jess says:

    Well, what are you gonna do – starve? [/P@]

  2. Annika says:

    Dude, if you get Robert Rodriguez’s phone number, pass it on to me, won’t you? [/star struck]
    Um. Dude, I agree with everything you just wrote.

  3. Heath says:

    Jess and I have decided that Will should get me a job and then we could move to L.A. and he and I could carpool to work while you and Jess drink coffee and gossip all day. She also said there could be lesbian sex, but I didn’t think that was fair since Will and I certainly wouldn’t be having any gay sex. Of course this all depends on Will getting me a job on pure faith without any proof that I have any kind of talent. In fact, since he has my screenplay, he very well may have proof of a lack thereof. 😉

  4. Lisa says:

    You & Will could always stay home and be Creative Editors for the Lesbian Sexcapades. I’m positive the government are paying people to do that these days.

  5. Min says:

    I’ve been having a lot of frustration of a similar sort lately. Everytime I think I’ve come up with some crazy new scheme to be able to do something and to be happy, life, bills, and The Man snarl in my general direction and I become filled with despair.
    Damn, damn, damn.

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