ACHOO!
I'm quite sure I'm coming down with a cold. Sore throat the last couple of nights which I attributed to the weather changing, but with the onset of snot today, I'm thinking I'm in some familiar rhinovirus territory. I blame Mitch. He blames the followspot he's been leaning over for his current job. We should blame our hand-washing habits.
I have a job interview tomorrow with this company. I'd be looking to be a telemarketer for them. Not an ideal job, but something part-time and NOT in food service. Pretty cool little niche they've got - and definitely one I have interest in. They posted a notice on Craigslist.
Attending a reading of a play Tuesday night which I was asked to come to a callback for. This callback part is SMALL. Like, miniscule. I have more to say about this, but at another time. I'm not sure if it'll be better or worse in the case I'm not cast...
Butch Walker called me a "lil thing" in response to a tweet I tweeted (...) at (?) him. OMG HE KNOWS I EXIST!!! Not likely. Still made my heart beat faster. But not in a creepy way. OK, maybe a little creepy.
A weird video, but a song worth hearing. Ignore the stupid hipster crap at the beginning and end.
IT'S YOU! IT'S ME! IT'S DANCING!
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I TOTALLY WORKED FOR DCM. For a total of 30 hours, or something like that. It really sucked, but then, I was trying to sell season tickets to the Philharmonic, which is harder (I think) than selling theater. People really hate classical music. For reals. But get ready to talk to some really truly crazy whack-a-doodle people, let me tell you what.
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