"Saudade"
So Hoop #1 at prospective temp job was STUPID. I went all the way down to Wall Street to take a test which was basically "Do a Mail Merge from an Access document". DUMB, EASY. The instructions said to just fill out the address info on the requested form letter, and when I asked if they wanted me to do the salutation as well, they didn't know what the hell I was talking about. So I just did it anyway. They were very impressed, though really anyone with a knowledge of Microsoft Office could have done it (though it took me a little longer than it should have because I haven't used access in EIGHT YEARS- still got it done 15 minutes before they said I should have).
Hoop #2 is the interview on MONDAY. STUPID.
Happily, Michelle called to talk about the restaurant host job. She said she'll be talking to the person in charge of host hiring tonight, and she'll tell me tomorrow when I can come in for an interview with them. Shweet.
Elana called to talk about her play, which she's worried is getting too sentimental. Unfortunately, my stupid phone battery was dying, so we're gonna talk tomorrow.
Went to Marie's for a bit. Jim Allen was sick with a 103° fever. Chris couldn't find anyone to take over the shift, so Jim, trouper that he is, came in anyway. He was heavily groggy, but started warming up a bit once he was playing. It was really fine, since it was only me and somecamerunning at the piano with him. We did a bunch of Follies, including "You're Gonna Love Tomorrow" (my fave). I found out Anna Nicole Died. Chris offered me all the drinks I wanted if I'd stay and be Jim's voice for the night, but I had to get to Theater Row by 7:30 for The Secret of Mme. Bonnard's Bath.
Got to the theater, and talked with Joe the press agent (for the first time in person) for a while, as I waited for Alex to get there. Joe's a nice guy- he was impressed that I'm doing Camino Real.
Alex came and we went in to the show.
The play is eerily reminiscent of my nearly-finished play Ore. "Orëily reminsicent"?
Alex and I went and had burgers at WestWay Diner afterward. Poor boy was very sleepy, but funny- was joking about different Broadway Casting Reality Shows that they could have- Cats (Winners go to the Heaviside Layer, losers are just a Memory), Sweeney Todd (Losers fall through a trap door and get made into meat pies), Rent (Simon: "You're out. Tonight.")...
We were about to part to head to our homes, kissing on the sidewalk, when we were interrupted by a drunken blonde who didn't know which way was uptown and which was downtown. We directed her on her way and kissed some more. Sigh.
Seeing Follies with Jim Allen tomorrow, and meeting with Booth, Tom, and Enrique for drinks before that.
Hoop #2 is the interview on MONDAY. STUPID.
Happily, Michelle called to talk about the restaurant host job. She said she'll be talking to the person in charge of host hiring tonight, and she'll tell me tomorrow when I can come in for an interview with them. Shweet.
Elana called to talk about her play, which she's worried is getting too sentimental. Unfortunately, my stupid phone battery was dying, so we're gonna talk tomorrow.
Went to Marie's for a bit. Jim Allen was sick with a 103° fever. Chris couldn't find anyone to take over the shift, so Jim, trouper that he is, came in anyway. He was heavily groggy, but started warming up a bit once he was playing. It was really fine, since it was only me and somecamerunning at the piano with him. We did a bunch of Follies, including "You're Gonna Love Tomorrow" (my fave). I found out Anna Nicole Died. Chris offered me all the drinks I wanted if I'd stay and be Jim's voice for the night, but I had to get to Theater Row by 7:30 for The Secret of Mme. Bonnard's Bath.
Got to the theater, and talked with Joe the press agent (for the first time in person) for a while, as I waited for Alex to get there. Joe's a nice guy- he was impressed that I'm doing Camino Real.
Alex came and we went in to the show.
The play is eerily reminiscent of my nearly-finished play Ore. "Orëily reminsicent"?
Alex and I went and had burgers at WestWay Diner afterward. Poor boy was very sleepy, but funny- was joking about different Broadway Casting Reality Shows that they could have- Cats (Winners go to the Heaviside Layer, losers are just a Memory), Sweeney Todd (Losers fall through a trap door and get made into meat pies), Rent (Simon: "You're out. Tonight.")...
We were about to part to head to our homes, kissing on the sidewalk, when we were interrupted by a drunken blonde who didn't know which way was uptown and which was downtown. We directed her on her way and kissed some more. Sigh.
Seeing Follies with Jim Allen tomorrow, and meeting with Booth, Tom, and Enrique for drinks before that.