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the bats are in the belfry
Shana 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.