Morning Party People!
Thus morning I woke up extra early and made a pot of coffee, as the coffee brews I slip into the shower, kind of a ritual to wash away the previous day, that and to not smell like a hobo. As I sit down at my desk my cat Baboo wants to jump up to my lap so I can hold her. I need to write and I know if I don't pick her up she'll then resort to jumping up on the desk and will try to walk on the keyboard. Seriously, yesterday she sent an IM to one of Jennies friends on her computer without Jennie knowing about it. Granted all she sent was "BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBB" but you get the idea.
At one point when I was playing Batman Arkham City I noticed she was watching the tv intently as a fight scene with Catwoman was taking place. I'm not sure but she might be the next step in kitty evolution, or she would have been, thankfully we had her fixed as to ensure the survival of the human race.
I'm having trouble pushing myself to work the long hours required the a taxi driver should work. I don't know if it's just that I'm so tired of it, or that I refuse to rise above a certain income level. I tend to only make what I need to make, which is fine but I bitch about money so much thatI'm obviously not ok with it. Must push harder I guess, keep on a Chooglin as I would say if I ever said that.
That phrase is from a CCR song if anyone was curious.
"Keep on doing what you love, money will find a way to you" I read that in a book for recovering artists. I still believe it, I have a feeling something has got to change, I'm just not sure how.
I wrote a new bit yesterday, I'm going to try it out at an ope mic tonight. Dos Gringos on Priest is a nice room, not a lot of people so there's not as much pressure, that and it's $2 taco tuesday, so that makes it all the better!
The was a dinner theater troupe that was holding auditions, I submitted and headshot and resume and they responded with an invitation to come to the auditions. The bummer was that I tried over a few emails for them to give me some details about where and when but they never got back to me. I was supposed to do a reading at 11am on a Sunday but he never said where. When I woke up at 9 that morning and didn't see an email I sent him another email asking me to take me of the list (politely). He responded with another option , that I do a reading later in the week. I sent him my schedule when I could read and he sent back a time that I wasn't available for. After that I told him that I had just received another offer and wouldn't be able to be in his show. I hate lying but it was better than being bitchy and saying the real reason why I wouldn't come read, just too many red flags.
I know I sound like a Prima Donna but when someone I'm trying to work for won't respond to an email in a reasonable amount of time, or doesn't read the email I sent I tend to be very wary of the job....that and the website looked like ass.
Till Next time Party People!
Keep on a Chooglin!
Thus morning I woke up extra early and made a pot of coffee, as the coffee brews I slip into the shower, kind of a ritual to wash away the previous day, that and to not smell like a hobo. As I sit down at my desk my cat Baboo wants to jump up to my lap so I can hold her. I need to write and I know if I don't pick her up she'll then resort to jumping up on the desk and will try to walk on the keyboard. Seriously, yesterday she sent an IM to one of Jennies friends on her computer without Jennie knowing about it. Granted all she sent was "BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBB" but you get the idea.
At one point when I was playing Batman Arkham City I noticed she was watching the tv intently as a fight scene with Catwoman was taking place. I'm not sure but she might be the next step in kitty evolution, or she would have been, thankfully we had her fixed as to ensure the survival of the human race.
I'm having trouble pushing myself to work the long hours required the a taxi driver should work. I don't know if it's just that I'm so tired of it, or that I refuse to rise above a certain income level. I tend to only make what I need to make, which is fine but I bitch about money so much thatI'm obviously not ok with it. Must push harder I guess, keep on a Chooglin as I would say if I ever said that.
That phrase is from a CCR song if anyone was curious.
"Keep on doing what you love, money will find a way to you" I read that in a book for recovering artists. I still believe it, I have a feeling something has got to change, I'm just not sure how.
I wrote a new bit yesterday, I'm going to try it out at an ope mic tonight. Dos Gringos on Priest is a nice room, not a lot of people so there's not as much pressure, that and it's $2 taco tuesday, so that makes it all the better!
The was a dinner theater troupe that was holding auditions, I submitted and headshot and resume and they responded with an invitation to come to the auditions. The bummer was that I tried over a few emails for them to give me some details about where and when but they never got back to me. I was supposed to do a reading at 11am on a Sunday but he never said where. When I woke up at 9 that morning and didn't see an email I sent him another email asking me to take me of the list (politely). He responded with another option , that I do a reading later in the week. I sent him my schedule when I could read and he sent back a time that I wasn't available for. After that I told him that I had just received another offer and wouldn't be able to be in his show. I hate lying but it was better than being bitchy and saying the real reason why I wouldn't come read, just too many red flags.
I know I sound like a Prima Donna but when someone I'm trying to work for won't respond to an email in a reasonable amount of time, or doesn't read the email I sent I tend to be very wary of the job....that and the website looked like ass.
Till Next time Party People!
Keep on a Chooglin!
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