You Know Those Days That Last Forever...

Today is one of those days.

When I woke up (at 5:50 it was pitch black out), then around 8 the day looked beautiful. Around 11 we started seeing creepy clouds approaching, and then intermittent showers with patchy blue skies. And then a downpour that made the roads look slick and looked like it would never let up. But as I walked home at 7:30 it was clear and cool.

Ahhh, the "Weather".

Nature usually serves as a perfect metaphor.

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This morning I took a spin class at 6:30. I could feel my heart pounding. Literally working with it's twin brothers, my lungs, to make it happen. Maybe I was tired, maybe I could just feel the impending day.

I met a friend at Bleeding Heart Bakery (go there...seriously...if you live in Chicago...visit Chicago for this bakery...I mean it...do it) where they were taping a video for charity. And the celebrity guest was...Joan Cusack...so we talked to her a little bit about cookies. Cusack and Cookies.

Then I went home to prep for an ORIENTATION I was going to have with a company that temped out food servers and preps. Let's face it, (read previous post) my job hunt has left a little something to be desired. As old people say "Beggars Can't Be Choosers." This orientation lasted 3 hours. Where I was told that I had to be responsible. I was shown videos about how to wash dishes properly and to keep clean by "washing my hands." At the end I was offered an opportunity, which I had to turn down because of my impending trip to Disneyworld, to work at an opening of Costco. Where I could either be a demonstrator or, if I didn't really enjoy interacting with people, could sweep and do other janitorial tasks. And then as an unnecessary added bonus would receive for lunch: A HOT DOG AND A SODA!!!!!!!!!!!!

As I dragged my sorry ass to the Starbucks to spend some quality time with my mac and a friend to apply for jobs (that would probably either be scams or completely unattainable) I thought to myself "Hey, it could be worse. It could be worse."

And then it got a little worse.

A letter was waiting for me when I got home.

My first letter I have received in the mail in my new apartment.

Which is another thing I have been dealing with.

This fear that the postal service cannot keep track of all my moves and that I have piles of mail waiting to come to me and is being dragged around the country trying to find its home.

It had my own handwriting on it.

I had addressed it to me, having been asked to so by the agency I had interviewed with on Monday.

PROSPECTIVE TALENT;

"We are sorry, but we are unable to represent you at this time. Decisions about representation are based on various criteria, including the number of actors we have in a category.

Thank you for your submission and please feel free to resubmit in 6 months."

(I had to put together the ripped up pages to type that)

Here is the thing.

Totally good.

Rejection is part of the industry.

I am ready and prepared for that.

But I addressed the envelope. TO MYSELF.

I addressed my own rejection.

LIFE IS SUPER WEIRD.

YA KNOW?

LIKE REALLY WEIRD?

and then I made myself dinner.

and if you know me,

which you probably do if you are reading this,

or if you don't know me,

now you will know,

that that is the weirdest part of all.

That I made dinner.