the bats are in the belfry
Jul. 5th, 2001 11:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sabShana took me to dinner and coffee. Shana rocks. Now I've got the window open and the air conditioner on.
But the real question is, how does a little girl like me in Brooklyn find a job?
Got two meetings tomorrow (maybe) -- MTV guy and A&E guy. Maybe. MTV guy said "Friday or Saturday," A&E guy said, "I'll keep you posted." This all seems very vague to me.
It's a tough row to hoe, walking that line between "hey, dude, I'm REALLY broke, PLEASE hire me, help!" and "yeah, dude, I'm cool and talented and in demand, I don't need your stinking company, SURE I can take you out for a drink, I'm a successful professional." Tough to say which one appears more salable. Clock's ticking. I wonder how long I can eat on $14. Ah, the television industry.
Tomorrow also maybe my cat comes, my phone, my blinds, my kitchen supplies. Or maybe it's another day of coffee in a cardboard cup. Unpredictability! I love it! I'm a whatsitcalled, a trailblazer! A pioneer! I just moved 3000 miles and I am gung and ho!
Or, to put it more straightforwardly, today I plucked the keys off my keyboard and washed them with soap and put them back on. That counts as productive, right?
So, "broke" or "successful." I suppose we'll see which one comes out of my mouth when this producer or that producer takes me for coffee and I slap down my credit card that won't work and pretend to pay just enough that he'll say "no, no, I got it." Heh.
"And in the morning I'll be gone," says Tom Waits. Me, I did that already.
The whole first year I was in LA I kept saying, "yeah, I just got here about three weeks ago."
So far, New York, haven't even BEEN here three weeks. At least, I don't think I have.
I wonder what time it is in Perth. Could it really be exactly 12 hours difference? My Perth clock seems to think so, but I'm dubious.
I'll go watch some M*A*S*H now.
But the real question is, how does a little girl like me in Brooklyn find a job?
Got two meetings tomorrow (maybe) -- MTV guy and A&E guy. Maybe. MTV guy said "Friday or Saturday," A&E guy said, "I'll keep you posted." This all seems very vague to me.
It's a tough row to hoe, walking that line between "hey, dude, I'm REALLY broke, PLEASE hire me, help!" and "yeah, dude, I'm cool and talented and in demand, I don't need your stinking company, SURE I can take you out for a drink, I'm a successful professional." Tough to say which one appears more salable. Clock's ticking. I wonder how long I can eat on $14. Ah, the television industry.
Tomorrow also maybe my cat comes, my phone, my blinds, my kitchen supplies. Or maybe it's another day of coffee in a cardboard cup. Unpredictability! I love it! I'm a whatsitcalled, a trailblazer! A pioneer! I just moved 3000 miles and I am gung and ho!
Or, to put it more straightforwardly, today I plucked the keys off my keyboard and washed them with soap and put them back on. That counts as productive, right?
So, "broke" or "successful." I suppose we'll see which one comes out of my mouth when this producer or that producer takes me for coffee and I slap down my credit card that won't work and pretend to pay just enough that he'll say "no, no, I got it." Heh.
"And in the morning I'll be gone," says Tom Waits. Me, I did that already.
The whole first year I was in LA I kept saying, "yeah, I just got here about three weeks ago."
So far, New York, haven't even BEEN here three weeks. At least, I don't think I have.
I wonder what time it is in Perth. Could it really be exactly 12 hours difference? My Perth clock seems to think so, but I'm dubious.
I'll go watch some M*A*S*H now.
