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What Have You Done For Me Late-ly?

I know what you’re thinking. You were there for me for the bathtub. You were waiting with me for the sink. But what about the important stuff? What about the reason why you visit my blog in the first place? My parents will be home from China any day now, and I have every confidence that the first thing my mom will do – other than try to earn back the love and respect of the yappy, hairy four-legged children whom she boarded while gallivanting in the Far East – is check in here to find out: Am I working?

No. No I am not.

But I’m close. Well, as close as I ever was once I moved to T.O. Perhaps it is more accurate to say that my options have not yet been exhausted. So, I guess I’m not “close” as much as I am “not farther away”.

“You’ve got to acc-cen-tuate the positive, e-lim-inate the negative...”

There’s been a general lack of interest on the part of employers in the resumes I’ve sent out for a variety of office jobs as well as production jobs. About a week and a half ago I did have what I guess would pass for an interview-ish meeting for a production job. Of the two people I was supposed to meet, only one was there for most of it. And he mainly wanted to know how I knew the person who passed on my resume to them. When he found out she was a friend of a friend and we hadn’t actually ever met, that largely ended the questions – they apparently mainly wanted to know how much it would pick her off to not hire me, given she was above them in the pecking order. So I was not surprised when I got an email a few days later saying they already had someone else in mind, “sorry for the trouble.” However, that’s the way it goes.

I had another interview today, just for a volunteer job, but it would be for a show running over the next two months, which would serve as a good entry to the production company ... but I shall not jinx it by discussing it here.

(but you could cross your fingers for me even though you don’t know exactly what you’re hoping for)

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