Get A Job

Things have screeched to a standstill. Why? I got laid off.

Happened at the end of September. I had the choice of getting laid off, or staying on in a part time capacity, depending on available work. Long story short, I couldn’t accept the uncertainty, so I took the lay off.

But don’t cry for me, Argentina. As hard as this may be to picture, it was the nicest lay off you could possibly imagine. I’ve been laid off before, and trust me, this was the gold standard of lay offs. With the severance and paid out unused vacation, I should be okay for a couple of months. I’ve already talked to a temp agency, and I’m pretty confident I’ll get something soon.

It just means that creative and social stuff, like blogging for example, became a low priority. I’m probably over adjusting. Just because I’m unemployed doesn’t mean I have to become a hermit and eat tree bark. But I don’t want to get comfortable with sloth either. And believe me, I can get pretty comfortable with sloth.

More positively, I’m still doing improv. I wound up back in Friday Night Stage Match at the Brave New Workshop Student Union, and I’ve been doing sets there. I just wish I got back into it in a less whiny fashion, but there you go. Sometimes pointless Internet bitching isn’t so pointless. I’ll be up again on October 12, October 26, and November 2. That’s at 8:00 for $5.00, folks.

Also, I’ll be in the Drinking Game show for December, by Shadow Horse Productions. The movie will be Scrooged and I’m slated to play the Bobcat Goldthwait part. That’ll be at the Bryant-Lake Bowl, date and time TBA, as they say.

Also, it looks likely that Someone Is Wrong On The Internet will be remounted sometime in late winter/early spring. But there are a fair number of ifs involved. Stay tuned.

What else?

  1. I learned not to drink mead at the Renaissance Festival, because bees will drown themselves in your drink, and your bee sting allergic companion will freak.
  2. I also learned not to brag about all these people you know who work the Renaissance Festival, because they will hide and you will look like a putz.
  3. I found out Crossfit will keep you active and in shape, providing you don’t define “active and in shape” by your ability to climb stairs or sit on a toilet, as you won’t be able to do those things because Crossfit will fill your thighs with lava.
  4. And being jobless is a good time to do laundry and cook. Just made a huge-ass pot of chili that will feed me for a week. If only I could be so productive when employed.

Toodles.

Whither Improv?

Once again, I’m orphaned from the world of improv. I elected not to put in for the lottery, for the Friday Night Stage Match at the Brave New Workshop Student Union, because I wanted to audition for some improv shows coming up at HUGE Theater. And I did audition for those shows. Well, technically I did. In actuality, I got up on stage and stunk up the place. Pretty much every bad improv habit I have reared its ugly head and belched. Overthinking. Trying to fix scenes. Going for the joke. So no, I didn’t get cast. I wouldn’t have cast me either based on what I did that day. So I won’t be in any improv for the foreseeable future.

Why the heck do I keep doing lousy improv at HUGE? I don’t get it. Get me up on stage at the Student Union, and I’m fine. But at HUGE I’m Lame-O McStifferson. Maybe I feel more pressure at HUGE, because I’m more likely to know most of the audience. Or it could simply be bad luck. I don’t know.

I am without an improv team again. HUGE held an improv mixer, in which a ton of people got together to do improv and find other people with whom to form a team. A great idea and a marvelous service. However, the lottery for Improv-A-Go-Go was held August 1st, and contact info for mixer participants wasn’t forwarded to me until August 2nd. Argh! Efforts on my own haven’t been too successful either. I have this bizarre knack to ask people to form an improv team right after they’ve decided to commit to a different team, or move out of town, or go back to school, or quit improv completely.

Lots of improv teams form sort of spontaneously. A bunch of people take a class or a workshop, they all dig each other, et voilα! Improv team! Alas, class and workshops tend to be offered right when I have no time or money. Many is the time I’ve gnashed my teeth in frustration as I watched yet another workshop go on to do great work and get a regular gig.

I’m sure not having a concrete idea of what to do doesn’t help. Do I want to do Harolds? Some genre riff? A whole new structure? Well, yeah, I want to do all of those things. But it seems like that is the sort of thing that needs to be decided on as a group. But I can’t get a group without an idea, and I can get an idea without a group.

This has happened long enough and often enough that I can’t help being a little paranoid about it. After all, I’m the common thread in all of this. But I don’t know what I’m doing wrong. I never get helpful feedback, unless statements like “try harder” and “keep trying” are something you’d consider helpful. I need a bit more than that.

I don’t see how someone can be any good at any creative pursuit if they’re not doing something creative on a regular basis. My go-to creative activity has always been improv. I don’t have the eye-hand coordination for visual art, my singing resembles an elk on ‘ludes, and with joints as flexible as carbon rods dancing is out of the question too. How am I going to progress as a writer or an actor without improv?

Well, another Stage Match lottery will come up in a few months. I guess I’ll just play Skyrim until then. But hey, if you’re up for any Deconstructions, La Rondes, or Armamdos, let me know, okay?