Needless to say, it seems as though I don't fit in there. Or anywhere for that matter. I would like a better job. As would most people during this pretty fantastic recession we have going on. Party in the USA, indeed. I know I don't have a lot of room to gripe. I went to film school for crying out loud, I knew it was going to be hard and I'm not so naive to think that Federico Fellini would rise from the grave and offer me a position on his upcoming film. I'm not sure if I'm a dreamer or just plain stubborn, but I'm not giving up on attempting to be an editor... or really anything in the film business for that matter. Except for actress. I don't think I could do that nor do I think that people would want to see images of my face the size of a billboard.
So that brings me this blog. I am attempting to find myself a job that I like better than the one that I have now.... especially since they like to persecute me based upon my television watching habits. I'm desperate. Especially after the recent one night stand that I had with the Apple Store. They seduced me into their clean, shiny, well-lit store and sweet talked me for three hours of my life. It was an evening of passion and computers. Then they dumped me for some younger, less cynical college kids. Now they won't even answer my emails. Yes, I did email them back after my rejection. Twice. And no response. I just asked them to keep my resume on file and if they could give me any tips for future interviews. Is that too much to ask? What? Am I not pretty enough for them? I can change! I can cut my hair! I can lose weight! Should I get plastic surgery? I can sell a kidney and get a nose job!
OK, so they emails haven't gone that far. But maybe they should. Someone out there has to be as crazy as I am and have a job available and I am going to find him or her. By thinking outside the box. Or just being plain crazy, but I honestly don't have much else. If anything I could get famous for being insane. Right?
