Just to mention, no quitting just yet. The decision came late, though....like, I was still debating it while walking in the doors to work this morning. What it came down to was the realization that I don't HAVE to care. They've given me a deadline...if I get nothing done between now and then...well, can they blame me? Sure, but will it matter, they're firing me... Read More
I can't help but dwell on the fact that I make less than I'm worth (by a LOT), get no respect, and generally have grown to hate it there. I could, and SHOULD, be doing a lot more with my life than this job's going to let me.
Anyone who knows me for more than about ten minutes, knows I want to be a writer. Last night, while visiting the bar one of my friends works at, I was...presented with an opportunity to work on a project I just couldn't say no to.
One of the comics, who's regularly a headliner, wants me to help co-write a script with him.