Published by admin on 07 May 2010
I’m on hiatus at the moment. I like saying that. “I’m on hiatus!” It adds a positive twist to my current unemployment situation. And since my 2nd episode aired last Sunday, and we’re waiting to hear if we get a second season, it is actually true. We TV people are so fancy with our hiatuses (hiati?) and our 2nd seasons and our episodes on TV. In fact, today I actually had a “lunch meeting” with a real producer and pitched ideas to him and he acted like I wasn’t a total moron. It felt like a real thing even if it was Seth’s best friend and I am just the girlfriend who was there to act like a reality tv expert. Maybe one day, I’ll get paid again to have story meetings. (Hire me! I promise I’m very fun and talented and you won’t ever be bored in a room with me. I can hula hoop!)
I’m trying to get some other writing done, but of course, I have an interim gig lined up already and my first week off has slipped away, and by this time next week I’ll be swamped. These are good things. Yay! But I’m not getting any closer to finishing that great American screenplay/documentary/novel/short story that I was supposed to be working on. C’est la vie!
Nothing much else has happened other than that time on Cinco de Mayo when I was supposed to meet some friends at a bar, saw that it was crowded, couldn’t find parking, went to a different bar, found parking and then started to accuse Seth of having rotten kids, started crying when Seth assumed that I meant he was a rotten dad, and fell asleep worried I was not only going to have to find a job but also a new place to live because he was going to leave me and Lula would probably prefer to stay with him now that she’s picked a favorite and the favorite is him.
Needless to say, I don’t think Seth is a rotten dad, I do think his kids are sometimes rotten (I also admit that being a kid myself, I am sometimes rotten and I don’t blame my parents… much…), and he didn’t make me move out, and we are still very much in love, but I haven’t heard from my friends I was supposed to meet so I guess they hate me. Phew and boo!
My other concern of the moment is that I am interviewing for jobs, something I haven’t had to do in a while, and I worry about my google results and how people will find this page if they’re really looking and what they’ll think when they do. I’ve tried to make it less findable, and for the most part it is. There are some dead ends that if cross-referenced a savvy person could navigate through. But I’m fine with that. I’ve made my bed. And here I am, as we speak, in my pajamas, laying in it.
I ate ice cream for dinner. Someone get me a wheel chair, I’m getting too fat for these pants.
Oh god, this is not ending well. I need to put this baby to bed.