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Odds. Ends.

Item One:

With a little time away, it's easy to forget that no matter where you go, all bureaucracies essentially function in the same fashion: the squeaky wheel gets the cliche. I mean, grease. I'm reminded of this by my dealings with the USC financial aid office. As I prepare to bail on my 'real job,' I can see that one of my (doubtless, many) replacement occupations will be closely supervising -- like micro-managing -- my financial aid progress. 'Cause that's where the rent is coming from, and I gotta have a roof. I can live on the Ramen -- I'm one of those weirdoes who really likes the stuff -- but I'm just not taken with the idea of living in my car. Again, I mean. There's no romance there. It just sucks.

(Okay, I didn't actually live in my car. I just spent a few nights in it. But that's plenty. Try it. You'll never take shuffling to the bathroom for a middle-of-the-night pee for granted again.)

Item Two:

It was looking like I'd be able to coast to the end of my Evil Corporate Job with relative ease...until today.

We've hired a 5-year-old in a bitchy 50-year-old woman's body. Her interpersonal skills remind me of a surly camel. As do her teeth.

I'm pretty relaxed, generally, and I'll put up with a lot, but my ability to suffer fools does have a well-defined limit. It's been less than one day, and dealing with this woman is already like rubbing sandpaper soaked in rubbing alcohol on the nipple of my patience. If things escalate from here I may have to delay my start date at USC by, say, twenty-five to life. Or maybe forever, because I'll be on the run from The Man, fleeing my crimes. (Despite the fact that my actions would be in defense of the entire human race.)

They'll never find the body, that's for sure.

Damn, just a little over a month left on my sentence, and I gotta put up with this shit? Where's the justice? Where's the sweet assignment that lets me work from home on my own hours? I just want to do my time, pay my debt to society, and go home!

Screwed by the Corporate Underlords. Again. I swear this cube is getting smaller.

Item Three

I'm entering a science fiction film festival with six-minute short. Shooting begins next weekend. I hope. I'm still trying to nail down my cast and crew. I'm operating in a 'Twilight Zone' mode, focusing on story over FX. Hope it works.
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