Where's the Pepto?

Well I sent off about 5 resumes in the last couple of weeks. I talked with one company in Seattle today and set up an interview for Monday. Another summer stock theatre in New York also sent me an e-mail requesting an interview. My stomach can't take this. It all makes me so frickin nervous, hence why I'm still awake on a work night. It's fine. I'll live. 

In other awesome news my Talk Irish with Kelly Warm Up is apparently taking the world by storm. Usually our Warm Ups are lucky to get about 30 people in the Rotunda. I'm averaging 65 a night and there is always standing room only. Jerry Manning said that my work was "excellent." Now cast me in Rent, ho. 

I worked a ton this weekend. Hopefully I can come in late and leave early a few times this week. Every now and then I worry that I'm going to completely burn out because, oh I don't know, I'm selling my soul to an organization that can't hire me for the long haul. But what good is coming in late if you still wake up at the ungodly hour of 5:30am?

Wow, this post sounds so jaded. I'll work on keeping it upbeat. I blame the government. 

Bop Boop Ba Doop

I love Gmail chatting. I'm talking with Amie right now and it is ever so delightful. Why doesn't everyone have it? Get out of your log cabin-esque Yahoo mode and join us enlightened folks on the other side. You'll have more storage space and friends to sit with in the lunch room. Bonus.

Happy Oscars day! I didn't get to watch any award shows this year. I don't think I missed out with the Emmy's. They sounded LAME. No one cares about the Grammys. I tried to watch the Golden Globes but something came up. And the SAG awards were on a bad weekend. But I'm pumped about tonight. I'll watch them over at Jessica's place. We'll have a SlumHOTdog bar and lot's of Milk to drink. We've made Benjamin buttons as party favors along with Sean pins. For dessert we may even eat Meryl Peeps. I'm that cool. 

Predictions: Best Picture-Slumdog Millionaire; Best Actor-Sean Penn; Best Actress-Kate Winslet; Best Supporting Actor-Heath Ledger; Best Supporting Actress-Penelope Cruz; Best Director-Danny Boyle; and none of you care about the rest of my predictions so I'll leave it at that.

Friday night I planned the Communication's Retreat. It was actually just a party at Rob's house but I themed it Mafia Night. I asked everyone to "dress to kill" and come in cocktail wear while we listened to Italian Opera Music and had a delicious Pasta Bar. (Apparently I'm really into planning things with buffet style eating. I should just bite the bullet and go to overeaters anonymous. See I'd even bite a bullet. This is terrible.) Then we played the card game Mafia for three hours. Theatre people are so freakin good at this game. This needs to happen with every group of people that I know. I'm a titch obsessed with it. 

I went to Annex theatre today. I'm going to help them with their Marketing stuff for their next show. We'll see how this goes. I don't really have any more time on my hands, but we all know how much I love being overbooked and overworked. Let's do this. Hopefully once I get started at Annex I can find some other areas to volunteer for them and I think it could be a great way to meet people and work on new plays. So Iowa, so fun. What's really cool about this theatre is that there is no staff. Everyone that works there just does it in their free time and all of the ticket proceeds go to paying rent for the theatre space. It's really collaborative and I'll get to help make decisions on season planning and things like that. Here's to new theatre avenues and long bus rides to Capitol Hill. 

I have to perform my Warm Up this week. I'm all kinds of nervous about it. I just hope I don't say "um" too much and that it is a bit interesting. We'll see. 

In other news: In one week I ate a whole package of Oreo cookies. I blame the government. 

AH!

Frasier. Season Four. Episode Four for the Seesaw. Not only does Megan Mullally (Karen on Will and Grace) make a guest appearance but she actually has the line, "We went to Seattle Rep and saw The Man Who Came To Dinner.

I just died. 

My Kitchen Smells Like Death

I took out the garbage and cleaned all of the dishes. Now I'm trying to air out the place. It wreaks. How did I end up living in squalor? 

I found a job I could legitimately be qualified for in Seattle today. Cross your fingers everyone. I'm currently nursing about 5 different resumes. Each one full of the words "proficient" and "facilitated" and more compelling than the next. 

I wrote my Warm Up this morning. AKA the neighbors probably think I'm crazy because I was talking out loud to myself the whole time. The problem is that if I'm eventually going to say it aloud, then when I type it I also have to say it. Yes, this is a problem at work too. I can often be caught gesturing and whispering in front of my computer. That doesn't sound good. Oh well, you're already over it. 

I hope in all of this job hustle and bustle I can still find time to come home for a bit. 

I need quarters in a real bad way. 

Lazy Sunday

I did nothing today. It felt so good. I laid around, caught up on Top Chef, read my Entertainment Weekly, basically just lived the dream the whole day. My hands smell like garlic and I love it. Yay for having time to cook real food. Sometimes I wish I lived by myself because of days like today. But then I think about Home Alone and how it could happen to me and I reconsider. "Keep the change ya filthy animal."

I'm still looking for jobs. It could be anything from summer stock theatre to working on a cruise ship. How weird would that be? I'm casting a wide net so we'll see what shakes out. Maybe Massachusetts, maybe New York, maybe the ocean. We'll see. 

I have tomorrow off since it's President's Day, only the greatest holiday EVER. I'm going to spend the day writing my Warm Up Talk Irish with Kelly. Basically I'll be teaching patrons how to do an Irish dialect since the next play we're doing is set in Baldoyle, Ireland. Throw in a few Lucky Charms jokes and I'll have 'em begging for more. I think it'll turn out to be really cool. Here's hoping at least a few people are interested. 

I finally got to see The Importance of Being Ernest. I severely love this play. It is awesome and makes me want to have a fake identity for when I'm in the country versus in town. Read it, watch it, love it.

The stimulus package excludes theatres. This is complete crap. We are so much more important than highway beautification. Lame, lame, lame.

L O S T is still the best show on television. Why are you denying it? Embrace your inner geek. I want to go to Hawaii and watch them shoot it. MAYBE I SHOULD GET A JOB THERE. It hurts being so cool.