Peace out, bitches!
Thursday, September 18, 2008
My mind is a raging torrent, flooded with rivulets of thought cascading into a waterfall of creative alternatives.
Ahhhhhh! Not working and not knowing what's on the horizon is so damn annoying when you're broke! Bills mostly paid but not all of 'em. Money owed but no idea when it's coming in but damn sure know where it's going when it gets here. Goddammit, I'm sick of being broke. I think the other problem is that I'm getting tired of being a camera assistant. I like the job but it's getting boring and, more importantly, I'm getting tired of being taken for granted by producers, production, directors, and some directors of photography. I'm off busting my ass and when I do well no one notices, I fuck something up and that's all you here about. Dull. Insulting. Boring. Worse still, most of the people you work for in Hollywood are complete dullards without an original thought in their heads. They're in charge and they're stupid and you just have to let them take themselves seriously and potentially ruin your life. Good times. That said, the process of packing is going fairly well and I'll probably be out of here by the middle of next week. Of course it's going to be a pain in the ass as the landlord is getting all militant about the thirty days notice. I told him to shove it as this overpriced place is in the middle of a fucking shit hole neighborhood. We'll see what happens.