I was going on a writing strike because I was going through this funk wherein I felt everything I write is crap.
Like this.
However, maybe I just need to start from the bottom and up or maybe I am being too hard on myself...but I decided to try and type some crappy entry even though it is going to be crappy.
Because Dinguspie says he needs a West Coast fix.
And I am not one to deprive a man of his vices. Okay, so I was going to write this entry how I was going to hell. There's some crazy shit going down over here which I would elaborate on but I am too tired and for fear that my crappy writing skills would not give it justice.
I like writing single sentences like this for emphasis.
On a lighter note, I have a booked weekend. I'm going to my college friend's baby shower and then I'm off to San Francisco to meet my two best friends from New York. Angela has never been to California (or anywhere outside of the East Coast for that matter) and so she called to tell me that she wanted me to be there for her California devirginizing.
This is another emphatic sentence for emphasis.
All right I'm going to end this crappy entry now. But remind me to tell you people about the following things:
1. Why I am going to hell (because I am.)
2. Why my friends Ryan and Gina are going to hell with me.
3. My futile attempts at script writing the past couple of days which has given me a lack of confidence in any writing skills whatsoever (it was a really really bad draft that I tore up in sheer frustration)
4. My telephone call with Kevin.
5. Kevin's story about the most disgusting porno ever (I nearly fainted on the phone)
6. Oh God! Computer guy strikes again!
He is coming to our office tomorrow to reset out computer networking system because we got new cubicles (ARGH! I'm in office space!). Great.
Now I have to look hot tomorrow. Like really really hot.
Okay, I am ending this entry on all the past jobs I used to have. (from least recent to most recent)
1. Worked at San Diego Zoo (near the elephants) at a place called "Sydney's Grill"
2. Worked at the college bookstore.
3. Worked at the National Dispatch Center (Remember when we had pagers? Remember when some of them had alpha messages on them? People would call me to type up messages they wanted on other peoples pagers. I even had access to the New York Yankees pagers-- I was really tempted to type something really malicious but refrained...but yeah, that's what I did and that's why I, to date, type approximately 70-90 words per minute)
4. Worked at UPS:
This was my job: You know those conveyor belts? Well, UPS Loaders and sorters would load and sort (duh) packages on different conveyer belts which were to be loaded in different trucks. I was the person who turned on the conveyer belts.
I also turned them off. Oh and I called break.
Basically, I read magazines for about 4 hours every night.
And this was the switchboard: Green means go, Red means Stop. If I wanted say, have blue belt stopped, I would have to press the red button under the word "blue belt".
I got paid $8.00 an hour to do this.
5. Technical assistant for Television Production class (I was taking this class and a TA for this class. Weird, huh?)
6. Front desk clerk for the drama department at Tisch. (I took these jobs concurrently)
7. Intern at Miramax Post Production (I didn't get paid for this one but got a lot of perks. A LOT of perks and I put in about 15 hours a week here plus a part-time job, so I count it)
8. Starbucks Barista turned Supervisor
I make a mean caramel macchiato and the best Iced Grande White Mocha. EVER.
9. Assistant for a literary agent. This was a rad job. I inadvertently did became a reader for this job for wannabe authors and I soon learned that a lot of people WRITE A LOT OF CRAP. A LOT OF CRAP. My Lord. It was so crappy. Okay, I'm stopping about the multitudes of crappy manuscripts I had to read. (I worked here concurrently with Starbucks)
10. Legal Secretary/Paralegal worker type person at a Workers' Comp law firm.
My current job.
Oh and btw, damn, what's up with this 10 commandment hoopla? I have to say, it's quite entertaining to say the least.
