Dick Lit.

There is good news and there is bad news and then there’s just OK news. My good news is that I was hired on as the literary associate at the La Jolla Playhouse, assisting the literary manager with all the incoming material we receive, reviewing it, and writing up a critique of the matter. The bad news is that for the time being they cannot pay me. They thought they could, but times are tough and getting tougher. I thought I could work part time in company management and in literary until this information came up. Then I thought I could take over Johanna’s position in education, but I got the same answer: they’d love to hire me for it…but…uh, they’ve eliminated the position because they have no money to pay for it. So the OK news comes down to this: Steve, the director of education, has told me he wants to have lunch next week to see if there’s any part time work in education I can do now with my hours being reduced in company management…and…I guess I’m first in line in the literary department for when a paying position comes back around.

Really, this is a winning situation with a losing feel. I still don’t know how I’m going to pay my bills. It’s worrying me and that makes me depressed which makes me feel helpless—to quote my SLC Punk brethren: “what do you do when your foundation falls apart? They don’t teach you that kind of thing in school…”—because I had a plan that didn’t come to fruition. Now I don’t even have that. Again, I’m being a mope about getting what I want: I should wait to until lunch with Steve is over, solidify a certain amount of hours with company management, and get crackin’ on the stuff from Gabe the literary director (honestly, it’s going to be a breeze because they want no more than one page of coverage…not the repetitive, 3 page crap I’ve been doing, thank god!).

Weather could also be blamed for the abysmal mood going on around Southern California lately. Three days of rain and I can’t even poo-poo Julia Roberts this time. But today was sunny and temperate as I swam extra laps in the pool to make up for days lost. And today was pay day. And I was able to buy groceries and pay a student loan bill so for the moment my head is above water. Oh, and we got another person on board for the BRONX play reading in a few weeks with our running total somewhere around 4.5 after that one Craigslist guy drop because it “just wasn’t for [him]” and replaced him with someone I’m told is a great, if not flighty, actor. Therefore, one and a half more roles to fill and we’ll be golden.

Prose before ho’s is normally my motto, however, Sara moves down a week from Monday so I guess my pen will just have to wait to make sweet, sweet love to it’s paper dearest.