dreams on standby

it’s 9:47 am and we are waiting for appliances.

yes, I know it’s been 2 weeks since my last post. I’ve been busy.

there is much to report (and I will do so as quickly as possible) — but first, this:

after years and years and years of complaining about our substandard microwave (that I’m not kidding you, takes TRIPLE the amount of time to cook food than any other microwave I’ve ever used including old decrepit ones in office kitchens), a big truck will shortly be bringing NOT ONLY a new microwave to our homestead … but also a new fridge, a new stove, and a new dishwasher.

it’s like Christmas in May, y’all.

seriously, I’m really excited about this, and it’s not even “my” kitchen (per se). my parents have been wanting to replace the appliances for so long … and thanks to the ridiculously amazing generosity of my dearly departed grandma, that dream has become a reality. it’s actually quite apropos, since my grandma’s big thing was cooking mass quantities of food for her relatives on a daily basis. what better way to honor her memory than to cook on appliances she helped us acquire. big ups, Situ.

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it’s 12:11pm, and it’s getting ridiculous.

you guys. YOU GUYS. I honestly do not understand why it’s been so hard to find a job this time ‘round. this is legitimately the longest I’ve been without employment in a very long time.

yes, true, there are things I can do to try and bring the employment to me — I signed up with that freelance writer/editor network and (as I’ve mentioned before) I can now pay for a full membership on those voiceover websites — but that’s not what I’m talking about in this instance …

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it’s 12:04pm, and it’s an up/down kinda day.

just a quick post, considering I have to be at rehearsal an hour earlier than usual and I’ve got errands to run …

so the day started off shitastic, as I found out that yet another health insurance company has rejected my application. I shouldn’t be as surprised as I am, but I still maintain that I can’t figure how my relatively minor health concerns make me such a bad candidate for insurance. yet, they do. it could even be because I — *gasp!* — take birth control pills. I mean, seriously?

but as the 1st company that rejected me still hasn’t sent a letter to explain why, I won’t know the real reason(s) ‘til then. and then the 2nd company is supposed to send me a similar letter. I ain’t holding my breath. but what all this really means is that I’m going to have to apply for Extremely Fucking Expensive© HIPPA coverage to tide me over ‘til I either get a job with benefits … or make enough money on my own to turn that “Extremely Fucking Expensive©” label into just “Expensive.” hey, could happen.

however, after that morning bullshit, I got some good news.

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it’s 11:22am, and gosh it’s been a while.

this is the longest stretch I’ve gone without posting since I promised I’d “post every day” — so welcome to my failure, y’all.

okay, failure’s a strong word. it’s not like I’m getting paid for this.

… unless someone wants to pay me to blog for them. I’d be into that.

anyway.

so what have I been up to in the week+ since my last post? funny you should ask.

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it’s 1:18pm, and tests are for nerds. like me.

I’ve spent the better part of the morning taking tests that make me feel like that lovely university diploma on my wall would be better suited as a coffee table coaster.

not really … but that sounded funny in my head.

as I’m attempting to try my hand at online freelancing, I’m also taking a bunch of “Qualification Tests” that might allow me to bid for higher-paying jobs and/or be sought after by the clients themselves.

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it’s 3:00pm, and rehearsals are fun.

also, they are exhausting.

also, they sometimes make you frustrated.

also, you secretly enjoy the frustration. *wink*

we begin rehearsals with our lovely Equity folk tonight, which is great considering a few people have had to dance with and/or speak to invisible actors for the last 2 weeks. I’m excited that we’ll all be together from here on out!

and the frustration hasn’t been anything akin to past rehearsal oddities, so I ain’t complaining. it’s mostly me getting frustrated at myself for, say, not getting a dance move quick enough. I like everyone very much, and I look forward to spending the majority of the evening laughing.

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it’s 12:49pm, and I have nowhere to be.

that’s a blessing or a curse, depending on when you ask me. it’s Sunday, after all, the traditional “Day of Rest,” but I’ve had Sunday rehearsals for the last few shows I’ve done … and ones for the current show I’m rehearsing won’t start for another couple weeks. at least it means I won’t show up bedraggled next Sunday for the annual awards banquet my “home” theatre does every year. I may even get my hair blown out for the occasion, like all the kool kidz do these days.

anyhoo.

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it’s 3:56pm, and I’m relatively pleased.

actually, I’m quite happy.

… and that’s because I’ve finally started rehearsals for the next show I’m in.

I’m still not sure what the director thinks of me — he legit looked at me and exclaimed “You’re weird!” last night in front of the whole cast but let’s face it I am AND the reason he said this was because I’d made a callback to an earlier joke our music director had made which evidently the director didn’t hear so it made no sense to him but the M.D. totally got it so THANK GOD — but he’s a hoot, as is everyone working on the show, and I’m already being a wiseacre with a few other cast-members so it looks like fun timez ahead.

I was also called out for “bouncing” along to this one number we sing (actually, we stage whisper it, long story come see the show), and told that “This isn’t the ‘Wells Fargo Wagon’” — theatre jokes are jokey! — but I swear to you, it’s only because I’m excited and having fun and not because I thought we were doing “Oklahoma!”. I hope the director understands this. I yam what I yam!

and now, to memorize.

it’s 10:38am, and all I can say is “oy.”

hey, reader(s).

so it’s been a rough coupla days. sorry I’ve been on radio silence.

over the weekend, I was on a somewhat intense but ultimately fruitless search for a part-time retail job. yeah, I know. I’ll attempt to ‘splain.

there’s a long and involved story behind this — but considering that I’m trying to skate a fine line of “let’s post about my personal life!!! it’s hilarious!!!” and “let’s not air dirty laundry, shall we?,” suffice it to say that I appeared to not be making much of an effort to find a source of income. I’m not sure I agree with this statement … and neither would my ass after a 5-hour session of surfing the ‘Net looking/applying for gigs. but, I get it, I do. so, to show good faith, I drove around town looking for part-time retail work. very, very few places are hiring. shocker.

this quest ended on a somewhat higher note, in that I’ve also taken the initiative to try my hand at online freelance writing & editing. and this is on top of having reactivated at that temp agency. and still applying for full-time work. so, cross yer fingers.

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it’s 11:01am, and this is yesterday’s post.

due to Tumblr crapping out for a few hours last night, I couldn’t post this like I’d wanted to. so, herewith, my Wednesday ramblings … which will probs count as today’s too, unless something spectacular happens. - ed.

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today, you guys. today was somethin’ else.

I left the house sans breakfast so I could get my fasting blood drawn, so we can see if the new statin I’m on — at a now-lower dose so I don’t have raging, epic nightmares of being shot or stabbed. yep. — is doing any work. I’ll go back next week to hear the results. luckily I obtained caffeine before the rebound headache settled in.

as I’m driving to get on the freeway (going from Doctor’s Office to Next Appointment), I’m waiting to turn right onto a street that prominently features as “No Right Turn On Red” sign. so, I don’t turn. not one, but TWO cars get into the other turn lane to the left of me in order to TURN ON RED and get past me. the second car? the passenger rolls down the window and flips me off. but he doesn’t do it with the standard middle finger raised righteously in the air — my favorite. he made his feelings known with the charmingly quaint “raise middle finger, then insert middle finger into circle made by other hand in order to mimic actual sexual activity.” so he doesn’t just think I’m a terrible driver … he thinks I won’t understand the giant “Fuck you!” that a normal middle finger represents.

thanks.

then I finally get to my second appointment, where I’m forced to watch one of the worst corporate videos I’ve ever seen … and you best believe I’ve seen a few. I’ve been IN a few.

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