I had this interview with a prestigious private K-12 school this week for a Marketing and Public Relations position. Basically the job is to make videos of the students, during a project, on a project or participating in a school function and post them on the school's website, then write the gratuitous newsletter. Not real hard. She wanted ideas. So I was elaborating on the different ways it could be approached, yet trying to keep my language as simplistic as possible. I am discovering more and more the evidence of America's school systems being compromised and how the "no child left behind" program has produced fairly inarticulate mind wanderers. She was a beautiful girl, but could not state her needs clearly. She seemed more interested in my ex-husband's work or what one of my photographer friends was doing than me. Maybe that was her way of making small talk and I'm being much too harsh. I do think it would be a lot of fun to work with a younger person at a K-12 private school. I left feeling very confident of how I presented myself and knowing that I could easily do the job. But, not so confident that I made a presentation of enough bells and whistles that would reel the girl in to hire me.
I need to move to another city, but I can't do that without more money. I need to ditch my current roommate and opt for a place of my own, free of interruptions and annoyances. But, I can't do that without more money, and so the circle continues until I can actually land some more work and take that one life changing step.
In the meantime, last week was made flaky by the very presence of my roommate's friend from Portland, Oregon. My last interaction with this woman was some three or four years ago and it wasn't good. So by the time Friday rolled around I had complete knots in my stomach, and on Saturday, the first full day she was here, I was deathly ill. It felt like a stomach flu or maybe that I had one too many bowls of my favorite mini shredded wheat,
and then it progressed to a massive headache with no ability to hold anything down. Not fun. For a full 48 hours there was no relief from the spinning and nausea. Finally, late Sunday I was able to drink some sprite and eat some saltines and then started to feel better. I was terrified I wouldn't make that interview.
The week didn't actually go too bad as the two of them headed out each morning and usually didn't return until late in the evening. They did come home in the middle of the day a few times in which they caught me simultaneously typing on the laptop, watching a favorite movie and working on proposals. They didn't care, but that is just the sort of interruption I'm saying I don't need.
She brought a small dog that fits into a purse. I had never met the dog, but I had heard that it was a freak of nature, a Japanese chin that ended up way too small (the runt) and fragile (it goes to the vet on a quarterly basis and more) and I was told it would die if it was separated from the owner for too long. So of course, the dog came too. It turns out, the dog has a really great personality! I fell in love with it. My roommate warps EVERYTHING, and I mean absolutely EVERYTHING. I think it might be some kind of highly active insecurity.
By the end of the week, she and I were laughing and generally having some great conversations, and I got invited out to visit Portland, but it put me on the bad side of my roommate. The story of my life. Pissing off really insecure people. She left three days early because she said he was a "negative Nelly" and there wasn't enough fun things to do here in the landlocked Midwest. Here Here! Isn't that what I've been saying? Unfortunately, she left him brooding with a crushed ego boiling underneath the surface, and the next day he exploded in a childish temper tantrum. Point in case, I need to move.
Thinking that I was going to have a great day out, I excitedly posted my intent to attend the current meeting of one of the scriptwriting groups I've been participating in. Our last meeting was really fun. There were some radio scripts submitted and some new works submitted that in reading and evaluating brought much laughter, so I naturally thought that since that ended so well, maybe I'd found a group I could get some satisfaction associating with. Hell No! Within ten minutes of posting, I receive an email for the group moderator. While he was glad I was excited about attending I did know that I was not reading any of the parts today, right? That maybe he had not made himself clear before, but since I had no script submitted and wasn't reading, my attendance would be, well, acceptable.
I was invited to this group. I actually didn't know it existed until I was invited. During my short term in the group, I've offered marketing assistance to the scripts that were completed and needed producing. I've even gone so far as to introduce this moderator to someone for the possibility of staging his work. Apparently something has happened, because I could feel this guy's intense anger through the words of his email. What I was getting was he wanted control, and for some reason, me just making a post regarding the group pissed him off. Maybe the Producer I sent him to told him the script had to be shorten, or something.
OMG! Another pissy, insecure man! Needless to say, it ruined my day. I did make an appearance at the meeting, but he was acting all weird, so I helped my girlfriend videotape the reading of her script, then I left at the first break. I'm done, unless my friends need someone to read a character. There's no way on earth I would ever let this guy critique my writing. He did take the time to announce that he had acquired funding and a space to stage one of his scripts and that he would need people to read. Haha.....STROKE STROKE....
So I went to the video store and rented the movie "2012" and spent almost three hours getting a headache from the incredible special effects and crying my eyes out because of the emotions created around and from John Cusack's character. Why does he keep doing that?
*sigh*
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