And now we play "The Waiting Game."

I have just returned home from the interview. I daresay it went well, but that's pretty much what I always say. I interviewed with the station manager and a chick who I think was the marketing director. I told them I had a totally open availability (but preferred to work those shifts I knew they were looking to fill) and gave them an accurate but still complimentary idea of my skills. I said I would do office work, client relations, news or ad copy writing (not sure why they asked about news since they already have a kickass new news director), or running the board in addition to making the spots they'd be hiring me for. I pretty much kissed their asses and said I'd do anything, then I left without remembering to ask what the hourly wage is. But it's low, I'm sure of it. I shudder to think what the actual numbers are. But it would have to be more than what I "make" now on disability.
At any rate, they said they'll phone by Monday. So we shall see...
I have already tired of "The Waiting Game" and am more in the mood for Hungry Hungry Hippos.

Poppy Brite was just saying in her journal that it's a good thing she can earn a living writing because otherwise she's basically unemployable. I feel the same way sometimes, except I don't actually make a living writing. My Fetching Employment Counselor said my first novel is "very angry" and implied that it is less marketable because of that. Even though he is quite fetching, I think he's way off base. People like watching angry movies or reading angry books for the simple reason that people get angry sometimes. And many of them are not as articulate as I (not to be snotty, but I am fairly articulate) and as such, would enjoy reading my angry and economically worded rants.
Speaking of writing (and when am I not speaking of writing), something very terrible happened in Hazel's world last night. I feel kinda bad for them, because I wasn't really planning on anything really awful happening, but then it did. I intend to have that chapter up tonight before I go to bed.

Let me ask you writers something: do you often discuss or think about your characters as if they are actual people you know? I find myself saying a lot of "I need to put Hazel here or I need Moira to get upset about something" and am slightly concerned about proper distance. Then again, full emersion in the characters world is probably the most honest way to go about developing characters. Or perhaps I'm just making this more complex than it needs to be.

In other news, Pentelope is having a torrid love affair with one of my shoes.

Dang.

They just called.

I did not get hired.

;-{

They're keeping my resume on file for blah blah blah.
So glad I could spend $20 on cabs to find out I suck.






I'm going to bed.