Young, Fabulous & Unemployed

Sigh...another staffing season has come and gone. Did moi get a job? If I did the tone of this blog post would be a lot more upbeat. My boyfriend came home the other day to find me rearraging our living room furntiure. He looks at me and says, "Having a bad day?". Um...I'm rearranging the living room furntiure. Yeah. I'm having a bad day. I just got off the phone with my manager who assured me that despite my talent and my unique voice that there were no offers for a staffing position. Some people would have hit the bottle but my health insurance plan doesn't cover rehab. Maybe I should go to Promises? Everybody else is. Who knows? I could meet LiLo and become her next BFF. My luck I would get stuck in a county facility next to the crack addict who set himself on fire while freebasing.

After I got done rearraging the living room furniture I hit the phones. I called my best friend to bitch but she lives in Pittsburgh and doesn't get the whole Hollywood thing. I called my other BFF who does live in L.A. She gets my pain. She says she is a the 4F queen...fat, fourty, funny and fabulous.

I'm about to start work on a new sitcom pilot. I know. The sitcom is dead but what can I say? I like a challange. Plus, haven't we maxed out on the one-hour shows a bit?

I am going to start reading my copy of "The Secret" again. It doesn't do me any good sitting on my desk.