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So.
Interview over.
I did not get the job.
I am not actually surprised by this.
But, hey, I'm now registered with yet another agency. So there you go.
On the plus side, I was able to articulate my dream 'job' (not, I admit, doing admin for a temp agency). It goes like this:
Three or four days a week (ideally three, but that depends on the pay-rate, among other things), I work a day-job (the kind of thing that means there *will* be food on the table and a roof overhead, even if everything else gets slow) doing Mindless Filing (and so on) at a feminist, women-centered non-profit organization (like a women's shelter or POWER or what-have-you).
The rest of the time, I do music/vocal recording/performing, writing (which gets published for pay), making and selling (on Etsy, at craft-shows, etc) jewelry and bath/body products (and potentially other stuff like Recycled Clothing or hand-bags or what-have-you), and doing paid modeling gigs.
Enough steady income, working with an organization that does something that I think actually matters, to make sure that ends always meet, plus enough additional income from the stuff I love doing, and would be doing anyway, to make ends overlap significantly enough that I can still go out regularly and buy pretty shoes and so-on.
The Model Mayhem site is... a little overwhelming. Yes, it's a very handy place to meet people who want to take your picture. It's also... wah... there are a *lot* of people on that thing. It's... It's a way of learning to turn off the people-pleasing impulse, I have to tell you.
Have spent the last hour bopping around Craigslist applying for various modelling and voice-work jobs. We'll see if I hear anything back from any of them.
Anyway. So there's that.
Miss Sara is safely back in Texas (deep in the heart there-of) -- her bus got into NYC late, so she ended up missing her flight (along with a whole wack of other people, apparently). She had to stay overnight in the airport. Good thing she typically sleeps on the floor, anyway, isn't it?) So she's okay. She's got an electrolysis appointment (today, I think, but she managed to get it moved).
Anyway. That's what-all's going on here. I need to (A) harrass my (many) agencies (again), and (B) bag up a bunch of chocolate-bark for tomorrow/Thursday. May also see what I can come up with in terms of xmas ornaments for people. I'll look through my craft box and my beads and see if I can come up with anything.
May also make cream-of-spinach soup (perhaps with oyster mushrooms for added fun!) -- since I've got a tonne of spinach dip left over from the partay.
[EDIT: Have made soup -- was good, but a little too lemony. Must keep this in mind. Also downed the last of the white wine, mixed with the last of my pineapple juice. This was, alas, a terrible waste of *both* the white wine *and* the pineapple juice. :-( Oh, well. You live and you learn. /EDIT]
*~*~*~*~*
And Now, A Poem:
Shape Shifter
When i met you
i didn't know
(wouldn't know
until much later)
that, like me you were
a shapeshifter
only difference is
when we met
you wore your true form (at last)
i (still)
wore a mask
*~*~*~*~*
Ta-Daaaaaaaaaaa.
- TTFN,
- Amazon.
Interview over.
I did not get the job.
I am not actually surprised by this.
But, hey, I'm now registered with yet another agency. So there you go.
On the plus side, I was able to articulate my dream 'job' (not, I admit, doing admin for a temp agency). It goes like this:
Three or four days a week (ideally three, but that depends on the pay-rate, among other things), I work a day-job (the kind of thing that means there *will* be food on the table and a roof overhead, even if everything else gets slow) doing Mindless Filing (and so on) at a feminist, women-centered non-profit organization (like a women's shelter or POWER or what-have-you).
The rest of the time, I do music/vocal recording/performing, writing (which gets published for pay), making and selling (on Etsy, at craft-shows, etc) jewelry and bath/body products (and potentially other stuff like Recycled Clothing or hand-bags or what-have-you), and doing paid modeling gigs.
Enough steady income, working with an organization that does something that I think actually matters, to make sure that ends always meet, plus enough additional income from the stuff I love doing, and would be doing anyway, to make ends overlap significantly enough that I can still go out regularly and buy pretty shoes and so-on.
The Model Mayhem site is... a little overwhelming. Yes, it's a very handy place to meet people who want to take your picture. It's also... wah... there are a *lot* of people on that thing. It's... It's a way of learning to turn off the people-pleasing impulse, I have to tell you.
Have spent the last hour bopping around Craigslist applying for various modelling and voice-work jobs. We'll see if I hear anything back from any of them.
Anyway. So there's that.
Miss Sara is safely back in Texas (deep in the heart there-of) -- her bus got into NYC late, so she ended up missing her flight (along with a whole wack of other people, apparently). She had to stay overnight in the airport. Good thing she typically sleeps on the floor, anyway, isn't it?) So she's okay. She's got an electrolysis appointment (today, I think, but she managed to get it moved).
Anyway. That's what-all's going on here. I need to (A) harrass my (many) agencies (again), and (B) bag up a bunch of chocolate-bark for tomorrow/Thursday. May also see what I can come up with in terms of xmas ornaments for people. I'll look through my craft box and my beads and see if I can come up with anything.
May also make cream-of-spinach soup (perhaps with oyster mushrooms for added fun!) -- since I've got a tonne of spinach dip left over from the partay.
[EDIT: Have made soup -- was good, but a little too lemony. Must keep this in mind. Also downed the last of the white wine, mixed with the last of my pineapple juice. This was, alas, a terrible waste of *both* the white wine *and* the pineapple juice. :-( Oh, well. You live and you learn. /EDIT]
*~*~*~*~*
And Now, A Poem:
Shape Shifter
When i met you
i didn't know
(wouldn't know
until much later)
that, like me you were
a shapeshifter
only difference is
when we met
you wore your true form (at last)
i (still)
wore a mask
*~*~*~*~*
Ta-Daaaaaaaaaaa.
- TTFN,
- Amazon.
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