Excerpts from my yahoo messenger
Excerpts from my yahoo messenger conversation with Nate the Great this morning
alicia_barta: my coworkers are all at a CPR class today
nate_emmons: lots of chances for burns, heartattacks and drownings at your job?
alicia_barta: nope.
alicia_barta: just total psychological collapse.
nate_emmons: hope CPR works on that.
alicia_barta: heh
alicia_barta: they’re taking the class so I’m all alone for most of the day
alicia_barta: which is excellent since I had such a heart attack day yesterday that I have a full eight hours of just catching up to do
nate_emmons: Taking your online course in coworker assassination.
alicia_barta: yep
alicia_barta: Good morning, Name of Business
alicia_barta: yes, I can kick your ass
alicia_barta: one moment please, while I put you through to your TOTAL DOOM
alicia_barta: *beep*
nate_emmons: Where would you like me to kick your ass?
nate_emmons: Hold on, please, it may be extremely painful as I drive my boot through your jugular.
alicia_barta: It looks like she’s stepped her fat disgusting ass out of the office for a moment, would you like to leave a voicemail for the saggy cocksucking bitch?
nate_emmons: ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
nate_emmons: can’t breathe…
alicia_barta: it’s not a BAD life
nate_emmons: you are a funny, funny woman, Alicia.
I am watching Mary Reilly.
I am watching Mary Reilly.
God. What a transfixing, bewitching, beautiful movie. I know perfectly well that it’s, objectively, not the best movie ever… but I can’t take my eyes off it. Every time a commercial comes on, I find myself jumping up and down and yelling.
As some of my older friends will tell you, my love affair with the Jekyll & Hyde story is not new. As Bill might tell you, my personal connection with the concept of the story has only recently become important. And, as I might tell you myself, neither John Malkovitch nor Julia Roberts fall into my list of favorite actors. And yet, somehow, I’m here watching the end of the movie rather than out like I’d originally planned. I still can’t figure it out.
Would anyone like another funny?
Would anyone like another funny?
This one is courtesy of Bill. Thanks, Bill!
Sarah, you are funny
Sarah, you are funny as HELL.
I would love to buy one of your cards. Especially that last one. Heh. Heh. Heh.
Holy shit. I can’t see
Holy shit. I can’t see ANYTHING out my window.
Normally I can see Alki, but right now all I see is an impenetrable wall of white.
Where did Alki go?
A while back, Sarah introduced
A while back, Sarah introduced me to explodingdog.com. For this, I am eternally grateful. Especially today, when there’s been a shooting of somebody important in Seattle, and people are freaking out, I really needed to see this. Heh.
Adopt a pet. It’ll make
Adopt a pet. It’ll make you feel better.
One of the ladies in my office just adopted this guy. SO cute. We found our Bailey on that same website.
Here is my advice to America. Our country is facing some shitty, shitty times. Dogs and cats make you happy. Adopt one. Plus, then you’ll save its life, and that will be good too. Fight entropy. Adopt a puppy or kitten today.
Went to stupid interview. Person
Went to stupid interview.
Person interviewing me shows up half an hour late. She just HAD to get lunch.
Not only does job pay crap, it’s not even full time. She forgot to tell me that on the phone.
They do not OWN a computer.
They are right next to a parole office. (Apparently that fact is a big deal.)
I would have to work most holidays.
The fact that I already have tickets home for Christmas may put me out of the running anyway, since
You work most holidays.
No facial piercings.
No visible tattoos.
No tank tops.
Then, because she was so late, I missed my bus.
I walked - in the rain - from SODO to the International District.
By the time I caught a bus, I was back in the ride free zone.
I am drenched and pissed and still unemployed.
STILL FUCKING UNEMPLOYED.
Well, don’t I feel like
Well, don’t I feel like a dumb shit
So. Got rejected by the 5th Avenue, AGAIN. After telling me how much they enjoyed meeting with me, both times, I was told that they would keep my resume right on top of the stack, because they both just really would love to have me working in their office, even though they thought this other person was a better “fit”. Jesus.
So, I have the interview with the doggy folks this afternoon. Want to hear something else funny? Here’s my horoscope for today.
You can do business with someone if you can find enough common ground. Take full advantage of small talk related to geography, interests and current events to connect. You know how to befriend people merrily and summarily. It’s just a matter of polishing your charms and showing keen interest. Heed a change of subject instead of chewing like a dog with a bone.
Go figure.
but I will watch the
but I will watch the sound…
Hooray, I’m back! Sort of. I had a very, VERY long stretch where my fabulous temp agency didn’t have any work for me. This was incredibly terrifying and basically crappy. During this time, I interviewed again for the Administrative Assistant position at the 5th Avenue Theatre. I probably mentioned it at the time … they didn’t hire me because I was an actor, and they’d lost their past few AAs because they went equity and had to quit. Well, they hired someone, she quit, and four months later I’m back. They told me at my second interview that I was one of the top few people they were considering the first time. I got a call from the woman I interviewed with today… or, rather, she left me a voicemail saying “Hi, this is ******, please give me a call. This is my number, I’ll be in my office until eleven.” I call her four or five times, she is in and out of meetings, I don’t end up hearing from her. Very frustrating. Is that a good “hey, call me so I can tell you we’d like to give you the job” message, or a bad “I don’t really care if you call me today or tomorrow, ‘cause you didn’t get the job anyway” message? Let me know what you think.
I also have an interview tomorrow at… don’t laugh … Central Bark Productions, a chi-chi hotel for dogs just south of downtown. I think this would be an incredibly fun job - doing Admin work but also playing with dogs? For a LIVING? With the exception of the pay being crap, this sounds like about the funnest job ever. I’ve been into dogs ever since I was little… I trained my neighbors’ dogs to make money during the summers when I was a kid, etc etc. My dogs NOW are incredibly untrained, sadly… during the olden days I didn’t have a whole slew of rehearsals to take up all my free time. But, my Teddy is the best-trained dog ever. I got him when I was 11, and he can do anything. Within two weeks of getting him, he could sit, lie down, stay, roll over, dance, beg, play dead, and heel without a leash. And maybe I would get to bring my puppers to work with me. That would be sweet.
So, basically, within the next week or two I have to make up my mind whether I want to have a REAL job and make actual money, or have a fun job and not make much money … at least until I go to grad school. Lord knows how many tries it’ll take before I even get IN anywhere. Then, once I’m done with that, I want to teach. But teaching jobs - at least in acting - are few and far between. So, who knows. As my friend Mitcher told me last night, “I don’t really care what I do during the day, as long as it excites me in some way, pays my bills and gives me time to be a daddy someday.” I knew there was a reason I love that guy.
Hi, darlings. Sorry for the
Hi, darlings. Sorry for the horribly long hiatus… I’ve been way unemployed for a long time. It sucks. I spend all my days at home, rotting, and basically panicking about the fact that I don’t have a job. I don’t have hours and hours with nothing to do but blog, while sitting on my butt at a boring temp job. Since I’m at home, I have the TV, which is far more interesting. On the upside, I interviewed again for the AA job at the 5th Avenue, which I just barely didn’t get last time. I really really hope this is the end of the shitty sixmonthsoftempingandneverhavinganymoney period. Seriously. It got old a couple of months ago.