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[sab]

Happens every year, like this, around Passover time. at least, they're having Passover on TV, Dan and Casey are. And Jeremy, and Pharoah's assistant Maggie.

But anyway, they're all in this place, and there's cutbacks, so Dana's looking for other work for Natalie in case the budget doesn't look good, and there's time to eat between shows, but there's running around, and matzoh, and in between, sitting on piles of those "I Survived Draft Day" t-shirts, they're making TV.

I still wanna make TV. How do I make TV?

Office jobs fire me because I come in late, because I oversleep. Once I'm there I'm brilliant, they love me, I have good ideas, I get busy. But I get ushed into uncreative positions (at PBS, I was in charge of the budget actuals) and I get cranky and I oversleep and then they yell at me and then they fire me because I'm not a team player.

I'm SO a team player. I want to be a team player on a TEAM, making TV.

I want a job where they won't fire me because I oversleep, because I know how to do this, what's more I'm good at this, *I* could do Natalie's job, I could certainly do Annabel's job. Every job I've had I've forged new ground, made contacts, made connections, gotten shit done in my inimitable Me way. But it always descends into paperwork and then I oversleep and then they fire me.

So, I say, "I don't like office jobs." What with the hours and the doing things I don't want to/am not equipped to do. Nobody would hire me as an accountant. But I'd account, if it were for the show, I'd account if I were MAKING TV.

So I say, I'll freelance, stay home till I sell a script. But that's the hard route, and the no money till I get there route, and I don't even want to sell a film script for the money, I just want it for the cachet, so I can be brought in elsewhere as a viable writer, so I can write, and not account.

And once you're a writer, they don't care if you oversleep.

I tell 'em, I'll work till midnight if you let me come in at 11 instead of 9, and that's okay if you're a writer but not if you're an accountant.

I've got no money. I've exhausted my contacts, maybe? Maybe not. Got not Movie Magic Screenwriter 2000.

So what do I do, next?

It's my birthday in a couple weeks. I want to make TV. What do I do next?

All I can do over here is not sleep. Ambien and Sports Night, and not sleep.

I need something else in my life. I need TV in my life, and right now, the closest I get is watching Nick at Nite. And it almost works, because it's something, but it's lonely, and it's not.

Like I'm knocking: "let me in!"

Jeremy's praying now, the kiddush, I'm crying now, hot Ambienated tears. let me in It's almost my birthday it's a new year, like Passover, let me in

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[iamsab.livejournal.com]

Well, it'll be worth it to see Jood keep kosher.

which is to say, I made my calls today, and at least now with only $350 rent I can work for (?) free, almost, Will Write For Food, or, anyway, I don't need to whine about getting something that'll cover my bills.

I'd do one of those Unpaid Internships, except you need to be in school for those. It's true. I tried.

But anyway, I made my calls today.

And Chicago gals, won't you come out tonight, I love you so dearly and so much and thank you thank you thank you thank you.

[cazling.livejournal.com]

But anyway, I made my calls today.

Good good. Because oy, to see Jood keep kosher? Pork rinds! And good good, because we want you to be happy, we do, and I too want to watch the TV you will make, TV with a clever head and a real heart and soul, soul soul, sweet soul.