I Hate My Job as Much as I Did Yesterday
I'm not feeling much better about things today than I was yesterday. Still no job offer from the museum. I've all but given up. The other job rejected me, and today I saw they just posted an ad on craigslist for my position, which kind of pisses me off. I'm more than qualified for their stupid job. Idiots. No wonder no one has ever heard of them. It's because they suck.
I also got my second rejection for my film from festivals. And the really crappy part is that both festivals are piddly little festivals that I was fairly certain I could get into. One of them was a local women's film festival, and seeing as how my film is by and about a woman, (not to mention it's fucking beautiful) and I know the director of the organization, I was sure it would get in. And I've seen the caliber of films they have chosen in the past and let me tell you, they were not that great. Actually many of them were downright awful. I'll get an answer from Asheville in about a month. My guess is that they will also reject it. Especially since Harry Anderson (aka Judge Harold T. Stone from "Night Court") is one of the judges. In fact, he's the only judge I've actually heard of. Besides that, I have 3 other festivals pending, but 2 decide in October and the other decides in February. I'd like to send my film to more of them, but at the moment I don't have the funds to do so. Which brings me back to being depressed about not having a regular income. Instead, I get to lovingly set up pastries and coffee for fat businessmen to destroy as they talk (with their mouths full) about golf, p&l's, and order me around like some sort of indentured servant. Today I caught my hand between a door and a rolling cart and ripped several layers of skin off one of my fingers. Yes, my job is wonderful.
Right now I am very sleepy and desparately trying to not take a nap because I have to get up again tomorrow to do it all again. Whoopee. Class starts one week from today and I STILL don't have my contract. Or keys to my office. Supposedly, the contract is in the mail, but the annoying thing about it is that no one has been able to tell me how much they are going to pay me, and by the time I get the contract, it will be too late (in fact, it's already too late) to turn them down if they aren't paying enough. Right now I'm just crossing my fingers and hoping it will be what I think it will be. I'm also hoping that since the job thing is looking so dark, they'll miraculously create a couple more classes for me to teach. I'm not betting on it, but I know some classes are already full, and I've seen them add classes at the last minute before. I can only hope that I'm going to get one if they do. Keep your fingers crossed for me.
You never told me what you think of the painting so far?
I also got my second rejection for my film from festivals. And the really crappy part is that both festivals are piddly little festivals that I was fairly certain I could get into. One of them was a local women's film festival, and seeing as how my film is by and about a woman, (not to mention it's fucking beautiful) and I know the director of the organization, I was sure it would get in. And I've seen the caliber of films they have chosen in the past and let me tell you, they were not that great. Actually many of them were downright awful. I'll get an answer from Asheville in about a month. My guess is that they will also reject it. Especially since Harry Anderson (aka Judge Harold T. Stone from "Night Court") is one of the judges. In fact, he's the only judge I've actually heard of. Besides that, I have 3 other festivals pending, but 2 decide in October and the other decides in February. I'd like to send my film to more of them, but at the moment I don't have the funds to do so. Which brings me back to being depressed about not having a regular income. Instead, I get to lovingly set up pastries and coffee for fat businessmen to destroy as they talk (with their mouths full) about golf, p&l's, and order me around like some sort of indentured servant. Today I caught my hand between a door and a rolling cart and ripped several layers of skin off one of my fingers. Yes, my job is wonderful.
Right now I am very sleepy and desparately trying to not take a nap because I have to get up again tomorrow to do it all again. Whoopee. Class starts one week from today and I STILL don't have my contract. Or keys to my office. Supposedly, the contract is in the mail, but the annoying thing about it is that no one has been able to tell me how much they are going to pay me, and by the time I get the contract, it will be too late (in fact, it's already too late) to turn them down if they aren't paying enough. Right now I'm just crossing my fingers and hoping it will be what I think it will be. I'm also hoping that since the job thing is looking so dark, they'll miraculously create a couple more classes for me to teach. I'm not betting on it, but I know some classes are already full, and I've seen them add classes at the last minute before. I can only hope that I'm going to get one if they do. Keep your fingers crossed for me.
You never told me what you think of the painting so far?
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