i think i’ve reached that point where being unemployed is no longer fun. i had a temp job last week as the receptionist for a building management company. it was pretty brainless work, but i kind of liked getting dressed in the morning, heading out early, and having defined duties that i could check off as i completed each task. while i love the luxuries of unemployment — waking up late, enjoying the outdoors when the weather’s nice, traveling — i’m stressing out about money and a little thing called “the future.” what the hell am i doing?
i had my first-ever phone interview this morning at 9am. i have no recollection of anything we spoke about and all i remember is struggling to find the appropriate responses to the interviewer’s questions. i had so much difficulty forming sentences. it’s as if my mind knew what i wanted to say, but that the synapses required to vocalize my thoughts were missing. this is nothing new. i wonder if it’s a result of the digital age — i have no trouble typing, rather rapidly, my thoughts onto the computer screen. yet, when it comes to expressing myself through sound, i’m screwed. i’m not used to “speaking” with people anymore. another reason to be a writer!
i was stressing out this whole weekend about an audition i had yesterday for a major musical. they asked me to prepare some sides, a pop/rock song, and a shirtless disco dance. i have no dancing skills so the whole weekend, i choreographed a simple routine that i thought would be fun, but simple enough that i wouldn’t mess up the moves. then, i did a gazillion sit-ups and a bit of weightlifting even though i knew three days of exercise would not fix four months of inactivity. i also rallied some friends to help me practice three songs (just in case). at the actual audition, they only wanted me to sing the first verse of the song and to hear me read the sides. better to be over-prepared, i guess? i don’t know when or if i’ll ever hear back. knock knock knock on wood.
back to the grind.
Will Dao 