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I have been a little hesitant to post anything new about my life up here, because it has been a really mixed bag. I am making progress, but not as fast as one would hope.
I might have my first nonpaying job, this evening. We shall see. I have 2 other things that are still in the works from day one of interviewing. I have had a meeting, a few phone calls, and I have read a script.
I have taken a shot break from applying online for more unpaid jobs, because I am trying to finish up the bartending school thing. I am getting pretty good actually. Yesterday we got the instructor and his wife’s, who is the job placement guru, life story. I always like weird stuff like that, you can never tell how much of it is true, but I maintain the childish stance, that it is all true and it doesn’t matter if it isn’t. I am certain that stuff is left out, but basically to profile my instructor and his wife, because I think they are unexpected and entertaining, here you go.
Lou: Is a 50something year old New Yorker, been poor, been rich. His money was from the stock marketing. In the midst of his high rolling days, he got tired of the extremely fast paced constant stress of New York, and abandoned his car on the corner in the midst of a traffic jam that was going to make him late for work, caught a cab to the airport and got on a plane. He ended up at LAX, drunk wearing an Armani suit, Gucci shoes, with an alligator suitcase. There he was offered a job by one of the first people he ran into who needed a live in cook and councilor for a bunch of drug addict kids sent to this house to clean up their act…this led to bartending schools again where he met his wife. She is interesting too, but I will save it for later because this is getting really long.
As for other interesting tid bits. The myth of the Hollywood appearance. Yes, they do exist. Bartending school is the first time I have really been thrown in with any number of wannabe Hollywood actors and actresses. The walls of the school are papered with faces that will never be famous, which I actually find more interesting than that ones that will. These are all of the background actors and actresses in the movies and tv shows that we watch. Also, it is interesting to see how my average intelligence sticks out in comparison to some of them. The muscle guys and bleach blonds aren’t all as sharp as one might hope, I have no idea how any of them could convince you they were anything but hollow, but what do I know.
The pinnacle image I would like to leave you all with, is this. One blond bimbot, tall, bleach blond, giant fake boobs, giggles a lot, works at Hooters. My description does not do her justice. She is exactly like the cardboard cutout stereotype. She has a worked-on body and while she is probably 30, her face is the only place it shows, and she is so coated in makeup that it is still hard to tell. I always want to laugh when Lou tells her, whenever a picture is being taken and she tries to primp, “don’t worry you are a natural beauty, you don’t need to put on makeup” this girl hasn’t gone without in 20 years I am sure of it. I doubt she even knows what she looks like naturally. I wish I had a picture. You would either laugh or cry.
I might have my first nonpaying job, this evening. We shall see. I have 2 other things that are still in the works from day one of interviewing. I have had a meeting, a few phone calls, and I have read a script.
I have taken a shot break from applying online for more unpaid jobs, because I am trying to finish up the bartending school thing. I am getting pretty good actually. Yesterday we got the instructor and his wife’s, who is the job placement guru, life story. I always like weird stuff like that, you can never tell how much of it is true, but I maintain the childish stance, that it is all true and it doesn’t matter if it isn’t. I am certain that stuff is left out, but basically to profile my instructor and his wife, because I think they are unexpected and entertaining, here you go.
Lou: Is a 50something year old New Yorker, been poor, been rich. His money was from the stock marketing. In the midst of his high rolling days, he got tired of the extremely fast paced constant stress of New York, and abandoned his car on the corner in the midst of a traffic jam that was going to make him late for work, caught a cab to the airport and got on a plane. He ended up at LAX, drunk wearing an Armani suit, Gucci shoes, with an alligator suitcase. There he was offered a job by one of the first people he ran into who needed a live in cook and councilor for a bunch of drug addict kids sent to this house to clean up their act…this led to bartending schools again where he met his wife. She is interesting too, but I will save it for later because this is getting really long.
As for other interesting tid bits. The myth of the Hollywood appearance. Yes, they do exist. Bartending school is the first time I have really been thrown in with any number of wannabe Hollywood actors and actresses. The walls of the school are papered with faces that will never be famous, which I actually find more interesting than that ones that will. These are all of the background actors and actresses in the movies and tv shows that we watch. Also, it is interesting to see how my average intelligence sticks out in comparison to some of them. The muscle guys and bleach blonds aren’t all as sharp as one might hope, I have no idea how any of them could convince you they were anything but hollow, but what do I know.
The pinnacle image I would like to leave you all with, is this. One blond bimbot, tall, bleach blond, giant fake boobs, giggles a lot, works at Hooters. My description does not do her justice. She is exactly like the cardboard cutout stereotype. She has a worked-on body and while she is probably 30, her face is the only place it shows, and she is so coated in makeup that it is still hard to tell. I always want to laugh when Lou tells her, whenever a picture is being taken and she tries to primp, “don’t worry you are a natural beauty, you don’t need to put on makeup” this girl hasn’t gone without in 20 years I am sure of it. I doubt she even knows what she looks like naturally. I wish I had a picture. You would either laugh or cry.