So I just finished my audition for Mountain Playhouse, and while the audition itself went well - I read well and even got to read for a part I'd not expected to read - I had the most horrific experience, socially, that I can have. It's one that I dread in the extreme, 'cuz it happens to me so often: I reached out to shake the hand of the director (Guy Stroman, a guy I've been introduced to before - hell, we've had long conversations at parties!) and as soon as I touched his hand, his name fled from my brain like an absentee white-trash deadbeat dad. And he clearly knew that I had absolutely no idea what his name was, 'cuz he offered it to me, at which point the damn burst and I was effusively, like, "Of course, Guy! How nice to see you again." I'm a yutz, dude.
The audition went well enough - I was reading for a part in God's Favorite, one of Neil Simon's lesser works. A reinterpretation of the Book of Job, it's about a Long Island millionaire who gets caught in a pawn game between God and the Devil. Even Neil Simon doesn't think it's his greatest play. But truth be told, it has its moments, and I could surely use the job, fitting, as it would, perfectly between You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown and Aristocrats. But, in the spirit of my new "do the audition and then let it go" policy, I'm gonna forget it happened. Getting the job would be great, but if I don't, well, then I'll temp, won't I?
I didn't sleep very well last night. Hell, I haven't slept well all week. Actually, it's not even that I didn't sleep well - I did. It's that I didn't sleep enough; I keep going to bed at dreadfully late hours, knowing full well that I need to be up for work at 6:45 a.m. I'm just so not a morning person, and all those years of working midnight shifts have made me a night owl.
I know, you're saying: Our Joe needs to display a little damn discipline and just bite the bullet. I've tried - but I end up laying (lying? I can never remember) in bed staring at the ceiling until I get up and do something to wear myself out.
Amy and I are supposed to have another of our weekend excursions tomorrow - only this time she's brought her convertible from Pittsburgh, so we'll be driving somewhere. I think she's gonna take me to visit her childhood home and we're gonna walk in the woods. It'll be nice just to get out of the city for a while, although there's a little part of me that would like to enjoy just lying (laying? I can never remember) around, since my laundry's done. Of course, I could be doing some cleaning around the apartment, too, and there's still some organization to be done in my room.
Ah, life just never stops, does it? Well, until you die (day? I can never remember), that is.
The audition went well enough - I was reading for a part in God's Favorite, one of Neil Simon's lesser works. A reinterpretation of the Book of Job, it's about a Long Island millionaire who gets caught in a pawn game between God and the Devil. Even Neil Simon doesn't think it's his greatest play. But truth be told, it has its moments, and I could surely use the job, fitting, as it would, perfectly between You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown and Aristocrats. But, in the spirit of my new "do the audition and then let it go" policy, I'm gonna forget it happened. Getting the job would be great, but if I don't, well, then I'll temp, won't I?
I didn't sleep very well last night. Hell, I haven't slept well all week. Actually, it's not even that I didn't sleep well - I did. It's that I didn't sleep enough; I keep going to bed at dreadfully late hours, knowing full well that I need to be up for work at 6:45 a.m. I'm just so not a morning person, and all those years of working midnight shifts have made me a night owl.
I know, you're saying: Our Joe needs to display a little damn discipline and just bite the bullet. I've tried - but I end up laying (lying? I can never remember) in bed staring at the ceiling until I get up and do something to wear myself out.
Amy and I are supposed to have another of our weekend excursions tomorrow - only this time she's brought her convertible from Pittsburgh, so we'll be driving somewhere. I think she's gonna take me to visit her childhood home and we're gonna walk in the woods. It'll be nice just to get out of the city for a while, although there's a little part of me that would like to enjoy just lying (laying? I can never remember) around, since my laundry's done. Of course, I could be doing some cleaning around the apartment, too, and there's still some organization to be done in my room.
Ah, life just never stops, does it? Well, until you die (day? I can never remember), that is.
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