Silly Myopic Tony

Until last week, I was unemployed with no prospects. No one is chomping at the bit to hire untested scriptwriters. I got so tired of not having an answer to the question, "So... what do you do?" that I came up with the inventive phrase, "I'm between decisions right now." Everyone gets that he's jobless but take the easy out that the clever turn of phrase affords them. "Ha! Ha! Ha! And the weather's pretty great, no?"

So this week I had three interviews, two of which are for things I would actually want to do. The first one went great. Unfortunately it's a fledgling company that is sort of trying to figure out what it's doing. The second one turned out to be an occasion for the different parties involved to iron out out their differences as I sat around nodding my head. The last one is tomorrow. It's an editing job as opposed to a writing one so I'm not too jazzed about it.

Some days, it's enough to make you want a bank job. I could go apply for something regular that pays regular. High-minded artistry is all great when you don't have to worry about bus fare.

Gotta keep believing that when God says he has a plan for my life, He really means that. So I will go on every interview I have the privilege of getting called for. A few months from now, I will read this post and go, "Silly myopic Tony!" Until such a time, ahuntin' we will go.