Well, once again I'm getting ready to board a plane for Pittsburgh. This is becoming a habit. One that I'm not entirely sure I'm in love with.
Actually, I love any opportunity to go back to Pittsburgh and see my friends, but this choppy schedule of being in New York and not is really cutting into my ability to make money. I can't commit to a temp job, so I don't have a steady income. And it's coming precariously close to the time for me to have settled on a new sublet for February. It's hard to do that when you have no money for deposits and rent. So I'm continuing to pray.
On a happier note, as I've mentioned, I have had some temp work, which is cool. Thankfully, the folks at the agency seem to like me, and hopefully by working for them for a couple of days, I've made a good enough impression that they'll want to keep me around and place me in a temp job. Once I'm back from Pittsburgh, I'll be able to commit to an open-ended temp gig, and it should be easier to save up some money. I actually kinda enjoyed working in the agency office for those few days. It was project work, so it was never really monotonous, which is so my enemy when I'm doing temp work. It also entailed being a quasi-personal assistant to Laury Jeambon, the agency's owner/founder/ president. I've worked as an administrative assistant before, of course, but never as a personal assistant type. Boy, was this interesting. Talk about eclectic stuff. One moment I was typing her memos, then the next I was making appointments for her husband, then the next I was trying to find her a dog walker. It was really fascinating to watch the life-workings of a person in power - or at least a person in power in her own world. And I can see why personal assistants jobs might be so desirable for those folks who do it in Hollywood, for instance.
Speaking of personal assistants in Hollywood (smooth segue-way, huh?), have I told you very much about my roommate, Maya? She's this totally cool young chick (well, young compared to me, that is) who's in the Directors Guild of America trainee program, and right now she's between films. So this friend of hers recommended her for this guy who suddenly needed a personal assistant, and it turned out to be Harvey Keitel. How cool is that?!? And I just realized as I'm sitting here in the airport that I never told her I'd worked with Harvey's cousin, Rich in Pittsburgh. I have to remember to do that when I get back.
So Maya's got this gig 'til she gets another movie assignment from the DGA Trainee program. I only half-jokingly told her that when she gets her assignment, she needs to recommend me to Harvey as a personal assistant... she's making pretty good money for working about 26 hours a week. Of course, the gig is new and it remains to be seen how often she'll actually work that few hours. Being a personal assistant, I think, becomes all consuming.
Anyway, I'm hoping with all her extra time she'll have time to order a land line for the apartment. We've both been using our cell phones, which is great and all, but it's cut into my ability to get online at will. Oh, right, I've already mentioned this before. On December 3rd, right? Yeah, well, it hasn't gotten any better. One good thing has been that I can check my mail via the web at work, but that's a little shady, when you're temping - so I've been a little hesitant to do that. I'm so conscientious. How the hell do you spell "conscientious," anyway?
So I can't believe my time in the Brooklyn sublet is almost up. Jesse Bernstein's gonna want his bedroom back, and I'm gonna miss this place. It's really pretty funky in many ways; the guys who lived here weren't exactly the most obsessive about keeping the place tidy, and I don't think it would be unfair to suggest that they were twelve different kinds of pack rats. But I really enjoyed the place, for the most part, and I liked living on the edge of Park Slope...
Here's hoping that I'll find someplace equally cool to live, and soon, too.
Actually, I love any opportunity to go back to Pittsburgh and see my friends, but this choppy schedule of being in New York and not is really cutting into my ability to make money. I can't commit to a temp job, so I don't have a steady income. And it's coming precariously close to the time for me to have settled on a new sublet for February. It's hard to do that when you have no money for deposits and rent. So I'm continuing to pray.
On a happier note, as I've mentioned, I have had some temp work, which is cool. Thankfully, the folks at the agency seem to like me, and hopefully by working for them for a couple of days, I've made a good enough impression that they'll want to keep me around and place me in a temp job. Once I'm back from Pittsburgh, I'll be able to commit to an open-ended temp gig, and it should be easier to save up some money. I actually kinda enjoyed working in the agency office for those few days. It was project work, so it was never really monotonous, which is so my enemy when I'm doing temp work. It also entailed being a quasi-personal assistant to Laury Jeambon, the agency's owner/founder/ president. I've worked as an administrative assistant before, of course, but never as a personal assistant type. Boy, was this interesting. Talk about eclectic stuff. One moment I was typing her memos, then the next I was making appointments for her husband, then the next I was trying to find her a dog walker. It was really fascinating to watch the life-workings of a person in power - or at least a person in power in her own world. And I can see why personal assistants jobs might be so desirable for those folks who do it in Hollywood, for instance.
Speaking of personal assistants in Hollywood (smooth segue-way, huh?), have I told you very much about my roommate, Maya? She's this totally cool young chick (well, young compared to me, that is) who's in the Directors Guild of America trainee program, and right now she's between films. So this friend of hers recommended her for this guy who suddenly needed a personal assistant, and it turned out to be Harvey Keitel. How cool is that?!? And I just realized as I'm sitting here in the airport that I never told her I'd worked with Harvey's cousin, Rich in Pittsburgh. I have to remember to do that when I get back. So Maya's got this gig 'til she gets another movie assignment from the DGA Trainee program. I only half-jokingly told her that when she gets her assignment, she needs to recommend me to Harvey as a personal assistant... she's making pretty good money for working about 26 hours a week. Of course, the gig is new and it remains to be seen how often she'll actually work that few hours. Being a personal assistant, I think, becomes all consuming.
Anyway, I'm hoping with all her extra time she'll have time to order a land line for the apartment. We've both been using our cell phones, which is great and all, but it's cut into my ability to get online at will. Oh, right, I've already mentioned this before. On December 3rd, right? Yeah, well, it hasn't gotten any better. One good thing has been that I can check my mail via the web at work, but that's a little shady, when you're temping - so I've been a little hesitant to do that. I'm so conscientious. How the hell do you spell "conscientious," anyway?
So I can't believe my time in the Brooklyn sublet is almost up. Jesse Bernstein's gonna want his bedroom back, and I'm gonna miss this place. It's really pretty funky in many ways; the guys who lived here weren't exactly the most obsessive about keeping the place tidy, and I don't think it would be unfair to suggest that they were twelve different kinds of pack rats. But I really enjoyed the place, for the most part, and I liked living on the edge of Park Slope...Here's hoping that I'll find someplace equally cool to live, and soon, too.
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