I recently sent an email in which I referenced my attention to detail, and then I sent it without a subject.
Yet every time I send a selfie to myself from my iPhone I'm warned "SEND WITHOUT A SUBJECT? ARE YOU DRUNK?!"
Screw you, Google.
So yeah, I'm still waiting to hear back about that job. But who watches DirecTV original series anyway? What even is DirecTV? Are they the dish people? No, wait, they're the people who are like, "Forget the dish! We have more channels!" and you're like, "What's a dish? I just want Bravo."
Point being, whatever you have to tell yourself to get out of bed in the morning, DO IT. I tell myself every day that each failure of employment was meant to be.
Because I moved to LA to be a writer. Luckily enough, I've actually written some good shit. There's something about the acidic personality of Angelenos (that's what they call all people who live in LA, it's OK to say) that has forced me from extrovert to introvert. Therefore, I spend a lot of time at these undersized laptop keys typing like my fingers have tourettes.
I hope DirecTV is the first one to buy a pilot from me. The title will be "NO SUBJECT" and it will be about nothing, and I'll pretend it was one big full circle.
You know, I had a lot of great plans for this post, but I just looked down into the can of cold Chef Boyardee I'm eating, and everything sort of came into perspective. I'm just going to head to the living room and hope my roommate updated his Netflix payment information so I can watch Love Actually again.
I wonder if Groupon would hire me,
TJB: Making It
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