It’s been a long time,

It’s been a long time, shouldn’t have left you without a dope beat to step to

Hooray for the return of blogger! I was getting clogged up with unexpressed drivel. It was beginning to affect my judgement. So, this lengthy update comes in a few parts.

Job update
So, I am no longer temping with good old Adams. In actuality, I only worked one day last week, which is stinky, since rent is due soon. (yikes.) But, I had some good job karma this week. Way back in December, I applied/interviewed for the position of receptionist at POP! Multimedia. My interview went so well that I was shocked when I wasn’t offered the position. So, I haven’t really thought about it since.

Then, last week, they placed an ad looking for a new executive assistant. I was totally excited about it, and I applied the minute I saw the ad. (This was about midnight.) First thing in the morning, I get an email from their current executive assistant saying “Our CFO liked you so much when you interviewed in December, she wants to know if you would like to come back and interview for this position.” Apparently, she hadn’t even received my online resume from HR yet. I would love to have this job. It’s a step up from my last job, working with (relative) peers, in an environment I believe I could thrive in. Since high school, I have lived my life surrounded by computer “geeks”. I love them. I went to a mathematics and science high school, and my friends have always been primarily boys. (From my first interview, I can assure you of the similarity of the population demographic.) Cartoon characters painted on the walls, flat monitors everywhere, game tables, etc etc. If I’m going to sell the next few years of my soul to an office-job, I want it to be an office job where I can grow and learn and still have enough fun to keep me motivated. This job seems like the perfect answer to my neverending quest for a job where I can use my skills, keep myself interested, learn new things, interact with fun coworkers, yada yada yada. I’m actually pretty freaking excited about getting to interview for this job. Maybe this unending jobsearch will finally be over.

And, on the artistic front…
Rehearsals for Mass Murder are finally coming to a close. I can’t believe we’re already in tech week. Didn’t we just start? Somehow, all fifteen (thirteen?) minutes of monologue are memorized, dialect is as assimilated as it is ever going to be… all that’s left is to open, and not freak out. I guess we’ll see.

On a lighter note
Bill bought “Cheaters” at Blockbuster, which is based on a true story about Jolie Fitch, this incredibly odd girl I went to high school with for awhile. Maybe someday HBO will make a movie about me too. Starring Angelina Jolie, who will have to put on thirty pounds for the role, and who will look so good that way, that she will start a new trend in Hollywood. (Fairuza Balk would be a close second.) Playing Bill would be… either Jason Biggs, French Stewart, or that guy from “Rushmore”. (Not Bill Murray.) The girl who played Marilyn Monroe in the TV movie would play my friend Julia (Poppy Montgomery!), the list goes on and on. Rose McGowan would cut her hair and normal herself up a bit to play Pamala, Alyson Hannigan would be Casie (but with her hair dyed dark), I can totally see it all. Of course, I’d probably have to actually do something worth making a movie of FIRST. Dammit.

This is the play that

This is the play that the Jeff has made, let us rejoice and be glad in it

Ugh, how I hate not having internet access at work. I’ve been temping at my own temp agency, and it’s a damn good time (the girls who work at Adams are a total kick) but I miss it all day. Total withdrawal. It’s like heroin.

So, right now I’m working on “Mass Murder” at NW Actors’ Studio (Blackbird Theatre Company). It’s directed by the fabulous Jeff Meyers, who just moved here from Portland, where he was the artistic director of Theatre Vertigo. He began that company with Mass Murder, and he’s using the same script for his debut up here. I play Genene Jones, a nurse from Texas who got her kicks from offing the babies in the PICU (Pediatric Intensive Care Unit) where she worked. The show is a series of monologues, which means that upon coming into this show, I agreed to learn a Texan dialect and memorize a fifteen minute hunk of text. At the beginning, I was totally terrified.

Okay, back up a little. All during “Pearl”, Laurie Jerger talked about how much she loved working with Bret. She’s done… his last four shows? (I don’t really remember.) Anyway, she used to say that it was amazing to her to find a director who spoke “Laurie”. Apparently Bret’s method of directing really hits home to Laurie, and his process is just exactly what she needs to do the best she can possibly do. Now, I loved working with Bret. I thought he was fantastic, and did a great job with our cast, and we had a damn good time. But, it wasn’t quite the telepathic, spiritual connection that Laurie seemed to have with him. And speaking “Laurie” and speaking “Alicia” are obviously going to be different, right? Right.

So, enter Jeff Meyers. I was scared crapless at the beginning of the rehearsal process… I still have this intense feeling of dread before every rehearsal. I’m not prepared enough, I’m not memorized enough, I don’t sound enough like George W. Bush when I speak, I don’t get this yet, I don’t get that, etc etc etc. All those little paranoias that all actors have, multiply by a factor of this-is-a-one-on-one-rehearsal-for-an-hour-and-a-half-so-there’s-nowhere-to-hide. This man has somehow managed to figure out exactly where all those little buttons are that needs to be pushed, and just exactly how to kick my ass in such a way that things made sense. After our last rehearsal, I sat on the 8 on the way home saying “Jesus. He speaks Alicia.” At the same time, it was an exhilarating and terrifying experience. By the end of rehearsal, I was quite literally dizzy. (That was the result of an exercise he had me do which resulted in a total breakthrough as far as the climax of the piece goes.) I am doing the best work I’ve ever done. Three cheers for the power of communication!

Okay, so on to my job woes. I’m temping AT Adams this week, because they liked me so much last time, and they just fired their normal receptionist. (D’oh.) I mentioned I might be interested in the job, and the general manager basically asked me if I would please apply. I had this brief moment of panic - ohmigod, what do I do? I want to start working my way toward an office manager/executive assistant position, I want to learn Quickbooks, I want to learn marketing, I want to do a million things. Do I reneg on all of that so that I can work in this office full of people I freaking LOVE? Or do I give this chance up to someone else and keep trying to find myself a job that’s higher on the resume totem pole? Wtf?!!! In the end, I said no, and they hired LePrea somebody or other. (She was pretty cool.) So, this week I will hopefully be interviewing for THESE AMAZING POSITIONS….

1) Office Manager, Small Downtown Office that plans Conventions for corporations. Learn Quickbooks, learn Dictaphone, manage small office that just happens to be in the same building as my old job that I hated. $25-30K.

or

2) Administrative Assistant, Small SoDo audiovisual office that sells equipment to places like the Bon so that they can play special music out of the ceiling. Low-pressure job. Learn basic AP/AR. $28K.

The guy from Job #1 wants me because I type 100 WPM with 0% errors, and I would do well with his dictastuff, even though I don’t know Quickbooks. However, the person who just left this position would be around to train me in everything, so that would probably be okay. However, that would involve a whole lot of bookkeeping. Do I want to do that? Would I even care? It would be a good skill to have on my resume. Apparently one of the permanent consultants at Adams thought I was such an exemplary receptionist that she personally wanted to represent me. (She explained that the better her candidates were, the more money she made, and she wanted to get me into her stable before anyone else did. Or something.) So now, even though I’m technically hers, other consultants are now finding me stuff too. I’m not quite sure what to make of all of it, but if they can find me a decent job that pays well and lets me learn new stuff, I will love them all forever. (As if I don’t already. They’re so durned cutie.)

I’m having an early-to-early-mid-life-crisis. I think I’m just terrified of the idea of commitment. Not to a person - to a job. Temping is the perfect employment for someone like me, who is petrified by the idea of having to pick one job and stick with it. What if I get tired of it? I just know it’s going to get monotonous in a week and I’ll be itching to move on. Meanwhile, I’m accruing huge bills from ER visits without insurance, and we can’t pay to fix the car. I’m in quite a fix, my friends. And, in the midst of this ideological sh*tstorm, the one real solace is Mass Murder rehearsals. *sigh*

Maybe someday I’ll grow up.

The search for the cursed

The search for the cursed pyramid left them dirty and thirsty

Saturday was Salon, Salon … my anniversary! Right at the beginning of our time in Seattle, Gillian invited Bill and me to the Salon, Salon that was happening then. (This was.. September? October?) Bill and Gilly barely knew each other - they had just begun teaching together, and we sort of went on a whim, since we didn’t know a soul. Because of that first Salon, Salon, I met Gillian, Tricia, Steven, Ben, Matt, Sonya, Sibyl, AJ, Chris Dietz, Tim Gouran, and more people I’m sure I’ve forgotten. While at the party, I signed my name in the guestbook, and jotted a note saying I’d love to volunteer for crew. Because of that note, Heather called me when they needed an ASM for The Sizemore Interviews. Because of Sizemore, I found out about auditions for Pearl, and was cast. Because of Pearl, I just continued meeting people, and so by this Salon, Salon, six months later, I knew everyone. What a bizarre, fun-filled six months it’s been.

So, Saturday morning, Jaye calls me, and we head for Pike Place Market. We buy every type of fruit and veggie under the sun, and head back to the maison de Jaye/Steven/Rick to play Martha Stewart all day. We make spreads, fruit boxes, fruit skewers… it was a whole day of kitchen craziness. So, at the end of the day, Heather showed up to help us finish off the skewers, and we headed off to Annex to get stuff pretty. Basically, the whole rest of the evening was just a reminder of why I love working with Annex folk so much. Hours and hours of drunken debauchery, cross-dressing, kissing, singing, and laughing.

Blips and pieces from Salon, Salon…

Tim Sanders and Jarrod Fenner looking like extras from “Velvet Goldmine”
Pamala drunkenly siren-ing from the “Queen” chaise lounge …
accompanied by Stephanie playing the banjo
Getting down and dirty with Heather while Bill watched
Being “Tim Sanders”ed by Tim Sanders
Being propositioned by Jarrod
Getting love from Edly
Competing in the Olympic Ribbon-Dancing event with Susanna(h?)
Scheduling a brunch date with Gilly
Going a whole night with three safety pins in my cleavage, and not getting injured
Finally finding those elusive strappy heels that are comfy enough to dance in

just to get it all

just to get it all out, what’s in my head

So, last night I had to make an unexpected trip to the ER. About six weeks ago, I had a UTI that got so bad I went to the emergency room for the first time. They gave me some drugs, I got better. A week later, I lost my insurance. Almost immediately afterward, the UTI came back. So, having no insurance and being rather broke, I tried to self-medicate. Drank a lot of water, took cranberry extract, etc etc.

So, on Saturday night at Pearl strike, I thought I had pulled something in my back. Chris Dietz and Tim Gouran were trying to take the speaker I was carrying, and I was saying ‘No, I’m fine, I’m not a wimpy girl, I can take it.’ Awhile later, I started having back pain, which I attributed to the fact that I was an idiot for trying to show off. So, anyway. That was Saturday.

By Wednesday, the back pain had gotten SIGNIFICANTLY worse, and finally I called a nurse at Swedish to ask what I should do. Her exact response:

“I’m sorry, sweetie. When someone has a UTI and they start feeling it in their back, we urge them to get into the emergency room within FOUR HOURS. How long did you say you’ve been having this pain?”

So, insurance or no insurance, off we went to the ER. By the time I got there, it was so bad I could hardly walk. And, of course, because of all this I had started hyperventilating, and nearly passed out in the waiting room. After awhile, I got back into my exam room, where I did finally black out. They took an assload of blood and finally, I got some better drugs and went home. Apparently I was really lucky, because if I’d waited any longer, it would have made its way into my blood, and things would have been exceptionally messy.

So, I’m taking the day off until the drugs kick in. That’s when I get a message from my mother…

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Date: Thu, 10 May 2001 11:02:25 -0700 (PDT)
From: sharing_horizons@yahoo.com | Block Address | Add to Address Book
Subject:We heard on the news…
To: alicia_barta@yahoo.com

at noon that Northfield had a tornado with
“significant damage.” Do you know any more about that?
It made goose bumps spread all over my body!

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Northfield is where Bill and I went to college, and it’s where most of our friends are. This scared me to death. So, immediately I logged on to my other email to see if my friend Ernie (who still lives there) knew anything about it - or if he was okay. There, I find this note posted on one of the BBs.

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Note 1464
nevarro Response 227 of 228 2:01 pm May 10, 2001


www.pioneerpress.com

the photo next to the article on tornado damage

that’s my friend joel
behind him
thats josie
his car
josie is no longer

joel is fine
joel is indestructable
josie gave her life to save joel

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That guy in the picture? The simplest way to describe my relationship with him would be to call him my ex-boyfriend, although I know that doesn’t even begin to cover it. He was my best friend in the world for a year and a half, and I’ve spent many a happy hour smoking out the window of that car. My relationship with him effectively ended when I started dating Bill, and despite the fact that Joel did NOT handle the situation with the slightest resemblance of grace or dignity, I really miss him. I will care about that joker for the rest of my life, and that picture rocked me right to the core. He was always pretty nasty to Bill, and for that reason I sort of felt obligated to just let him go. If this spring has taught me anything, it should be that I need to NOT take people I care about for granted. My grandmother passed away, a friend I’d lost contact with was killed by a drunk driver… I should have learned by now that I can’t afford to lose anybody, literally OR figuratively. Maybe that’s enough blog for today.

and I laugh to

and I laugh to myself while the tears roll down, ‘cause it’s the world I know

My rep at Adams wants me to give up on my quest to find a job I love, no matter how much it pays. She says I could be making $32,000 - $38,000 for what I will only make $11 an hour doing if I stick with my goal of working with non-profits or arts organizations. Am I really being too picky? All I want to do is find a job in either a non-profit I care about or an arts organization or somewhere in the entertainment biz. I figure, if I’m going to be filing and phoning and mailing my life away, I might as well do it in a company I care about. I realize that it’s hard for people who aren’t involved in non-profit theatre to understand how important it can seem. While talking to her on the phone, I felt like I was an inch and a half tall. I mean, I love Stacy. She’s faboo, and she just doesn’t understand why someone who’s as qualified as I am doesn’t want a position where I’m paid what she feels I’m worth. She kept saying things like “If you want to work for a non-profit, you can volunteer. But do you really want to make $11 an hour for the next five years when you could be getting $16 an hour now?” I just felt like a shmo. I got so burned when we first got here and I took that job that I didn’t really care about… and I put so much on the line by quitting that crappy job to start temping. My whole goal was to temp until I found something I loved… but I’m starting to feel like that was a really naive thing to do. How many people in the world love their jobs? My guess is…not very many. Why should I feel like I deserve to have a job I adore? And who’s to say that I’ll ever find that elusive dreamjob? Maybe I should just give up the ghost and take some corporate ass-wiping job. That way, at least I would be able to pay my bills. I would be able to afford tickets to see OTHER people’s shows on the weekends. I’m just very quickly getting to the point where I don’t feel like I deserve a job I love. I need to get my nose out of the clouds and onto the grindstone. My dad never really enjoyed his job, but he DID it. That’s why it’s called “work” and not “play”. Right? Right?

I haven’t gotten a satisfactory answer to this question yet. Let me know what you think.

Will you hose me down

Will you hose me down with the holy water if I get too hot?

Hm. The last three posts on someone’s guestbook are all me. That should tell me something. Plus, this last time I fucked up. How sad that you can’t edit or delete. Remove me, remove me, purge your guestbook of my mistakes! d’oh.

The whole reason I wanted to leave that last note is that “I’d Do Anything For Love (But I Won’t Do That)” is on right now. It’s sucking my will to live. The only time that song was good was when Meatloaf quoted it in “Spice World”. He makes a good busdriver.

I wanted to be Scary Spice. But now, of course, I want to be Sporty, who is not really sporty anymore. Now she is, as my college roommates affectionnately called her, “Dyke Spice.” Very cute, with short spiky hair, tattoos, and a penchant for angry-sounding punk-esque pop music. We were actually separated at birth.

So light, so crisp, so

So light, so crisp, so refreshing

Sweet. I love it when the people I want to spend time with actually want to get together.

Ever since moving to Seattle, I haven’t been able to shake the feeling that I left my friends behind. Which is true, I suppose - but a corrolary of that same feeling of unrest involves the idea that Bill and I wouldn’t ever find people out here to hang out with. I think we still have the whole college experience on such a pedastal that it’s hard not to romanticize it. (Which is patently ridiculous, since I was miserable throughout most of college.) Anyway, whatever. My whole point, somewhere in this endless blogblither, is that some people in this city made me very happy today. And, whether their hands are jazzy or not, I will attempt to return the favor later this week by getting them all very drunk. Or, at least very rowdy. Whichever comes first.

You drive me crazy, I

You drive me crazy, I just can’t sleep

I am going through serious Pearl withdrawal. Pamala, Tim, Sonya, Jaye, Ben, Gillian, Heather, Chris, John, and anyone else, if you are reading this, you should call me or drop me a note and we should party. I know Salon Salon is Saturday night, but there is a perfectly good friday night in there and no drinking planned (yet).

This is one of the drawbacks of doing a show that’s composed of a series of monologues. It might make great theatre but it sure doesn’t involve much cast bonding during the rehearsal process.

I ate my kidneys with

I ate my kidneys with some fava beans

Okay, this is seriously about to drive me insane. I’ve had this odd, odd pain in what feels like it should be where my kidneys are (how’s that for grammar?) all week. It is honestly enough to make one mad. At this point, I would relish being able to sit under a water drip for two days. That would seem like relief.

Other than that, I have that interview today. You know, for the job I shouldn’t even be interviewing for, because I’m looking for a permanent job. On the job front, I found one yesterday, that I’m actually qualified for, which pays $18 an hour. I had no idea I was worth that much. Of course, it’s only five and a half hours a day, and it’s in Bellevue. But you know what? Whatever! I wouldn’t have to wake up until ten or ten thirty in the morning. I could totally handle that. I’m a lazy bum.

Also, Gatorade rules. Especially for poor unfortunate souls like myself who have not only quit smoking (again) but also given up caffeine in the past week. Especially that lemony “Alpine Ice” stuff. Today, I have some kind of fluorescent blue stuff, which is good but makes me feel like I’m drinking antifreeze.

Mayhap I whined too soon

Mayhap I whined too soon

TOP 5 THINGS THAT HAPPENED TODAY THAT RULED

5. My life, as a temp, had absolutely nothing in common with this guy’s.
4.Sitting and sipping Chamomile tea at 4 in the afternoon in a comfy chair. And getting paid for it.
3. That hummus bagel sandwich I had for lunch. I mean, wow.
2. Having a good, old (and I mean that in the ‘it’s been a long damn time since I’ve seen this person’ sense) friend show up and chat with me all day.
1. Having a good friend say to me “Do you really have any clue how much you mean to me?” This is always a good thing.

Oh, what a night This

Oh, what a night

This is the longest afternoon ever. So, time for another top 5 list.

TOP 5 UNFORTUNATE THINGS THAT HAVE HAPPENED IN THE PAST FEW DAYS

5. Bit fingernails off. Again. Whenever I feel like I’m not in control of my own life, I revert to the worst of my childhood habits. Ow.
4. I got my hair cut. I like it, but it’s REALLY short. Once again, I have foiled my own goal of growing it out. I’m so self-destructive that way.
3. Pearl is done. That stinks. I love Annex, and I loved being part of that show. Now I’m all sad and lonely.
2. I thought I had an interview today, set up by my loving temp agency. I called to say I would be late, and was told that the interview is actually tomorrow. Oops.
1.I came to my rehearsal last night for the show I’m in at the NW Actors’ Studio, “Mass Murder”. I sat outside for half an hour, went to a phone booth and called eight people, and finally went home. There, I had a rather unhappy message from the director, who had no IDEA that the door was locked. *sigh* Stupid mix-ups make the baby jesus cry.

Kissing up update I

Kissing up update

I have, in fact, sent flowers to Bill’s mom. Do you think she’ll like them? Drop me a note and let me know. I need reassurance on these things.

Slushy and fishy I went

Slushy and fishy

I went to the Soundview Cafe, in Pike Place Market, for lunch today. I realized, once again, what a wuss I am.

I am currently reading “The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People”… yes, it’s a cult. Yes, Franklin Covey is a freak. However, Tracy (the only person in my last job that really treated me like a friend) recommended it to me right before I left… she said it had really made a difference for her, and that it’s one of those books you have to be at the right point in your life to really appreciate. So, I got it… and I think I may just about be at “that point”. So far, I’ve gotten through the first step, which is to be proactive rather than reactive. Now, under normal circumstances, I hate the word “proactive”. It makes me ill. I feel like it’s used as a catch-all word to connote many, many different things. (I’m especially tired of seeing it in employment classifieds. It always makes me say “Well, I guess I’m not qualified for this job, because I’m not an office piranha.”) But, in the context of this book, it just means to be a participant in your own life, rather than an observer. That’s pretty much what I am. (An observer, that is.)

In any case, how this affects my lunch…

I walk into the Soundview cafe, order my hummus sandwich on a bagel with onions/tomatoes/cucumbers, and then at the last minute decide I want seafood chowder too. So, I direct my gaze toward one of the tiny cups, but somehow when I order, that gets translated into “bowl”. So, the girl behind the counter hands me this BUCKET of chowder, but since I’ve convinced myself that it’s not worth it to tell her that I only wanted the half-gallon bucket, I take it. Since it’s so much more expensive, this means I no longer have enough $ left for my bus ride home. As I slosh through the huge bowl of chowder with my rubber waders on, I wonder, idly, what the hell I was thinking. My conversations with myself, at this point, go something like this…

Proactive Alicia: “You idiot. You could have just said ‘hey, sorry, I meant cup. Is it too late to change my order?’ “
Reactive Alicia: “No, I COULDN’T, there was a huge line and I did say ‘bowl’. I think. It was totally my fault.”
Proactive Alicia: “You THINK? Even if you had, you could have changed. Now you have to walk home. Moron.”
Reactive Alicia: *sigh* “Yes, I am a moron. I know.”

Kiss and make up

Kiss and make up

I am currently in the process of trying to find a good birthday present for Bill’s mom. It is not easy. I love her to death, but don’t know her as well as I would like… at least for the purposes of picking something out. Yikes! The pressure! So, who knows. Perhaps some flowers? Maybe just a little long-distance love?

Bah, humbug I am too

Bah, humbug

I am too cranky for words this morning. I was sick all day yesterday, and probably shouldn’t be at work today, except for the fact that I need the money. Plus, Wells Fargo managed to lose $400 of my money this weekend. That situation still hasn’t been rectified.

(is it just me, or does the word rectified sound really dirty? I can never quite seem to get past it.)

So, I said I was going to take Ben “Temporay” Laurance on… I issued a challenge that my web skills can’t follow through on, I’m afraid. I’m a techno-weenie. I can blather on for hours, but I can’t make the background of my homepage look like constellations. Christ. A new inferiority complex.

On the temp-front, I’m interviewing today for a job I shouldn’t be interviewing for. It’s a marketing assistant position for Unico, which would last three months. However, if they knew I was currently looking for permanent work, they wouldn’t even be considering me. So, here is the great moral dilemma - interview for this temp job, which would be a cool job to have and would leave me time to interview for a REAL job? OR tell them the truth and get sent on a different job every week like I have been so far? I figure, if I get a temp job, it doesn’t really matter if I screw them over because I won’t need them anymore. BUT, I really love my buddies at Adams. They have been great to me, and they’re my pals. I don’t want to do anything that would hurt Erin or Zib’s relationship with their client. They rule. ARGH. Why must I have a conscience? Why oh why?

My kidneys hurt.

Links, links, links! Here are

Links, links, links!

Here are some friends whose sites you should check out.

Ben Laurance, my love, my nemesis

Bill Murray, my boyfriend

Ramon Ernesto Cruz, my conscience

Pamala Mijatov, the girl with a smile of titanium

Sonya Walker, stage manager extraordinaire.
She has a dream about me on her blog!

Mitch Bugajsky. His website is all about his head.

Finally, at long last… blog,

Finally, at long last… blog, sweet blog.

I tried the Oprah online journal for awhile, but I crashed it. I occasionally write on paper, but I lose it. This is day one of my eternal quest to follow in the steps of Ben Laurance, who has a much cooler page than I do. (Those geocities webwizards aren’t so great.) So, without further ado…

Recently, my boyfriend (who is obsessed with the movie “High Fidelity”) started a journal. In this journal, he is only allowed to write things in the form of Top 5 lists. At first, I thought this was retarded. But, then I got curious, and I started doing it myself. So, for your viewing pleasure, here are some excerpts from my Top 5 book.

TOP 5 SONGS THAT CONJURE UP PALPABLE ENOUGH EMOTIONS THAT I HAVE A PHYSICAL REACTION TO HEARING THEM
(from my sophomore year of high school)

5) U2, Fly
4) Billy Joel, For the Longest Time
3) Snow, Lady with the Red Dress On
2) Elvis, Teddy Bear
1) Chris DeBurgh, Lady in Red

TOP 5 PLACES I’VE TEMPED
(incomplete, as I’ve only been temping a month)

5) Downtown Seattle Association
4) Committee for Children
3) Adams and Associates main office
2) Jack Morton Worldwide
1) Wherever I go next!

TOP 5 MOVIES I SHOULD WATCH THIS WEEKEND TO WORK ON MY TEXAN DIALECT FOR MY PART IN “MASS MURDER”

5) Thin Blue Line
4) Lone Star
3) True Stories
2) Dazed and Confused (esp Matthew McConaughey)
1) Hands on a Hard Body

TOP 5 THINGS THAT WILL SUCK ABOUT MY LIFE ONCE THE RUN OF “PEARL” IS OVER THIS WEEKEND

5) No more backrubs from Tim Sanders
4) No more spontaneous “Fetz”ings
3) No more “Ronald McDonald” jokes from Ed
2) No more Jerger-Healey banter
1) No more working on the same show as Bill. This will suck because once we’re working on separate projects, we will never see each other.

or, maybe not. What I mean is, maybe that will not suck.