Zip what?

I have not written here in four days.  If this were my job and I didn’t do it for four days, and I didn’t give anyone any notice, I would probably (both ironically and appropriately) be fired.   Oops, my bad.

On Monday, I actually got two job interviews.  One was a phone interview for a great job with an opera company out-of-town, the other is for the theatre management position I’ve been stoked about since I got laid off.  The phone interview has happened already, and I think it went pretty well—although the person who was interviewing me was British, so it was a little hard to tell what she was thinking (those sneaky Brits!).

NO THE JOB IS NOT IN LONDON.  I wish it were though.  I am going to start applying for jobs overseas—excellent idea.  Maybe Wendy can get me a job managing an opera company in Cameroon.

Other than that, my life has been pretty one-dimensional.  Aside from the opera that I am performing in this weekend, which will earn me a little bit of money, I have been thoroughly enjoying watching Blagojevich’s hair on the news. I am heartened to know that even people whose last names would make excellent Scrabble words are not immune to unemployment.  It makes me very glad I decided not to change my last name to something embarrassing, like “Zipquack,” just for the triple word score.  It wouldn’t have done me any good after all.

Things could be better—I could have a six pack, rippling pectorals, and a degree in marketing—but all in all, the unemployed life is treating me well.  I will not feel this way after the end of next month, when I will no longer be able to pay my bills, but I am hoping by then that my hair will be long enough to cut and sell to a high-end wigmaker.

actually wait thats a good idea and I could save on haircuts too dont tell my stylist LOL k bye