Life's Circles
Life’s funny in how it runs you in circles and circles: people come back into your life after years of missing in action; you are all excited to go somewhere new only to realize you’ve been there before with an ex; you pass “go” and when you get to “finish” you realize it was “go” all the time.
I'm sittin' in my old original office (Ground Works Cafe) like I was 1 year ago – jobless. I was a La La Land Newbie (all virginal and such – thank Buddha my virginity is still … um … in tact); eager for adventure and tales to tell; wide eyed and bushy tailed (baby’s got a lotta back – Lumberjack back as it’s been referred to recently). Now I am no longer a newbie, virginity lost that fateful night in dem Insel Hotel (I still remember crying while telling my parents the next day) and boy do I have tales and tales to tell (my blog bars none) … here’s my most recent one:
I didn't get either job at the WGA even after an arduous interview process that involved 3 for Membership and 2 for Residuals (the job I was temping for 2.5 months). The 2nd interview for Residuals consisted of all 12 people in the department asking me 25 psychological questions: What kind of people does you hate and if you had to work with them how would you handle them. Management said it was a tough decision, but they decided to go w/ the 2 ladies I was up against (guess I wasn't girly enough for them, imagine that, maybe I should have worn a push up bra – the hairy cleavage would have clinched it). The job in membership wasn’t really my cup of tea, but the other one would have been nice cause of the benefits (health insurance would sure be great about now - I feel too American w/o it and we all know I'm soooo Euro!) and some of the people working there were very cool. All the mangers said they liked me, they really liked me, I could use them as a reference any time I liked and if it were a customer service job I would have had it in a heartbeat. “We love you, but we went with her and today is your last day.” I was too slow – they needed someone that could churn out 600-800 checks a day, while I churned out about 400 on average. Funny that my last phone call would be with a writer for Married with Children – we started chatting about this and that: about how I used to watch the show in German; how astonished she was at it’s popularity when she was teaching a writing seminar there; she asked me why did I leave Europe and I said to seek my fame and fortune to which she replied, “Well I hope you’re not there [WGA] too long and you follow your dreams.” An hour later I was surprised, or was I, to find out that I had 6 hours to clean out my desk and leave the building.
Circles … It’s about the journey … it’s about the people you help and meet … it’s about the knowledge you gain kicking and screaming along the way … I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I'm sittin' in my old original office (Ground Works Cafe) like I was 1 year ago – jobless. I was a La La Land Newbie (all virginal and such – thank Buddha my virginity is still … um … in tact); eager for adventure and tales to tell; wide eyed and bushy tailed (baby’s got a lotta back – Lumberjack back as it’s been referred to recently). Now I am no longer a newbie, virginity lost that fateful night in dem Insel Hotel (I still remember crying while telling my parents the next day) and boy do I have tales and tales to tell (my blog bars none) … here’s my most recent one:
I didn't get either job at the WGA even after an arduous interview process that involved 3 for Membership and 2 for Residuals (the job I was temping for 2.5 months). The 2nd interview for Residuals consisted of all 12 people in the department asking me 25 psychological questions: What kind of people does you hate and if you had to work with them how would you handle them. Management said it was a tough decision, but they decided to go w/ the 2 ladies I was up against (guess I wasn't girly enough for them, imagine that, maybe I should have worn a push up bra – the hairy cleavage would have clinched it). The job in membership wasn’t really my cup of tea, but the other one would have been nice cause of the benefits (health insurance would sure be great about now - I feel too American w/o it and we all know I'm soooo Euro!) and some of the people working there were very cool. All the mangers said they liked me, they really liked me, I could use them as a reference any time I liked and if it were a customer service job I would have had it in a heartbeat. “We love you, but we went with her and today is your last day.” I was too slow – they needed someone that could churn out 600-800 checks a day, while I churned out about 400 on average. Funny that my last phone call would be with a writer for Married with Children – we started chatting about this and that: about how I used to watch the show in German; how astonished she was at it’s popularity when she was teaching a writing seminar there; she asked me why did I leave Europe and I said to seek my fame and fortune to which she replied, “Well I hope you’re not there [WGA] too long and you follow your dreams.” An hour later I was surprised, or was I, to find out that I had 6 hours to clean out my desk and leave the building.
Circles … It’s about the journey … it’s about the people you help and meet … it’s about the knowledge you gain kicking and screaming along the way … I wouldn’t have it any other way.
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