i woke up hungover to the most important text of my life. i had been offered a job on a major motion picture. not just a few days, but the whole movie. a job of this caliber would allow me to renovate my room sooner than planned, and allow me to live comfortably during the long, cold jobless winter.
i have weird job. on paper, i’m unemployed with alarming consistency. today i worked on a show. one day. i did my start paperwork. finished the day. and now i’m don’t work there anymore. they could call me back for another day, but they’re under no obligation to do so.
i work next saturday and sunday on another job. just those two days.
as i was leaving work tonight i received a panicked call from someone who accidentally got two jobs on the same day. that’s doesn’t happen to normal people. i told him that i could cover for him, but ultimately his boss hired someone else because he didn’t know me.
i don’t mind the fear of not having a consistent job. i got over that a while ago. my concerns have shifted to the opposite end of the spectrum. i dread the never-ending sea of paperwork. always. doing. start-work.
there are only a handful of payroll companies in my industry. i don’t understand why i have to keep filling out the same forms for the same companies several times a month. did they lose the last one i sent in?
i’m sure you’ve surmised that i can’t tell you any details about my big job. if i’m being honest i don’t know any details about it yet. i’m still waiting for the script. all i know if how long it is and what it pays.
the loft bed will be here ahead of schedule.
my mattress is showing up tomorrow.
it’s a good time to be a bed.
tomorrow i’m meeting someone i swore i’d never meet. i’m in a weird parody dick cult. i think. i’m not really sure anymore. but i’m having drinks with three other members. it’s probably a mistake. they’re probably going to kill me. i’m sure i deserve it if they do.
i’ve become obsessed with alice’s restaurant by arlo guthrie and i’m offended that it’s not his top song on spotify. the song inspired a god damn movie. i guess that was another generation, but i listened to his top song and it’s nothing special.
alice’s restaurant is a weird song. not even really a song. it’s more like a live comedy sketch that was recorded while a band played. it’s almost 20 minutes long, and it’s perfect. i promise.