It's that time of year again...
Time for what has become my bi-annually livejournal post. This time I have two tings to report: some good news and some bad news. The good news is that this will be my last bi-annual post, as I will be making them much more frequently from now on. The bad news is that I have yet to develop telekinetic powers. I know this may not seem like a big deal to most of you, but having my dream crushed time and time again has become somewhat disheartening over the years. Ah well, maybe I should stop wishing for stuff that doesn't exist.
In other news, I'm back into showbusiness, in a manner of speaking. I'm in the CSUS production of Female Transport, a feelgood romantic comedy that has nothing to do with romance or comedy, about a british women's prison ship bound for australia. The play itself is exceedingly dark, and should be avoided by children, unless their parents want them to bring questionable ideas about the physical and sexual abuse of women convicts to school the next morning. The show itself is shaping up nicely, with a capable cast, a massive set, and lots of facial hair for yours truly. Not my ideal show to kickstart my return to the stage, but I'm not complaining (so long as O'Brien stays on my good side). I'll catch up to you, Ang, sooner or later!
The final tidbit I wish to pass along is my recent change in occupation. No longer am I a slave to the corporate beast that is SEARS. I am now proud to announce that I have upgraded to being a slave of the corporate beast that is Starbucks. Yes, my faithful Craigolytes, I have sold my soul to the 'Buck. But compared to the hell that was dealing with old people demanding free tools to replace the ones they bought in 1947 when SEARS actually gave two shits about their customers, now I just have to worry about learning to speak Starbuckese. If nothing else, I'll get some free caffeine out of the deal.
And so, with a renewed sense that my life isn't headed for a total dead end in which my worldly ambitions and dream will never be realized, I give a hearty "fuck you" to my previous employers, the powers that try to hold me back, and the great zombie-pizzly bear conspiracy. It's good to be back!
In other news, I'm back into showbusiness, in a manner of speaking. I'm in the CSUS production of Female Transport, a feelgood romantic comedy that has nothing to do with romance or comedy, about a british women's prison ship bound for australia. The play itself is exceedingly dark, and should be avoided by children, unless their parents want them to bring questionable ideas about the physical and sexual abuse of women convicts to school the next morning. The show itself is shaping up nicely, with a capable cast, a massive set, and lots of facial hair for yours truly. Not my ideal show to kickstart my return to the stage, but I'm not complaining (so long as O'Brien stays on my good side). I'll catch up to you, Ang, sooner or later!
The final tidbit I wish to pass along is my recent change in occupation. No longer am I a slave to the corporate beast that is SEARS. I am now proud to announce that I have upgraded to being a slave of the corporate beast that is Starbucks. Yes, my faithful Craigolytes, I have sold my soul to the 'Buck. But compared to the hell that was dealing with old people demanding free tools to replace the ones they bought in 1947 when SEARS actually gave two shits about their customers, now I just have to worry about learning to speak Starbuckese. If nothing else, I'll get some free caffeine out of the deal.
And so, with a renewed sense that my life isn't headed for a total dead end in which my worldly ambitions and dream will never be realized, I give a hearty "fuck you" to my previous employers, the powers that try to hold me back, and the great zombie-pizzly bear conspiracy. It's good to be back!