Le maudit Mo D.

jobs i would enjoy

a personal list
no need to read this if you are not me

Jobs I Would Enjoy That Are Not Writing Novels

*Alumni relations. I would like to be head of Smith's Alumnae Association someday. But I'll take others.
*Admissions
*College counseling for high school students
*Teaching writing. Nothing I hate more than bad writing. I could see myself being a worthy Classroom Grammar Maven.
*Career counseling
*Marriage and Family Counseling, though this would require lots of school.
*Arts Management, specifically running/fundraising/alumni relations-ing for an artists residency program (I am in love with art camp) or other worthwhile literary or performing organization.
*Reference and Instruction Librarian. Missed the boat on this one. Suppose I could hit up the library school for a few classes.
*Editorial type jobs (yes dictionary). Again with the grammar. Me + grammar = love.

If it feels good...

I love Improv For Evil. I feel like a shelter mutt who finally found a home with those guys. I finally know what it means to feel completely supported on stage by my troupe mates--something I never had with Cunts X 3. Last night's show felt pretty awesome...a grounded single-scene show with consistent characters just hanging out at a bar. I hope the audience enjoyed it as much as I did. I played Lucy, a palm-reading chiropractor who was trying to get into Marc's character's pants until her ex-boyfriend (Bradford, played deftly by Matt) unexpectedly dies. Then pants-entry is abandoned. I got to cry! No one was trying to be funny! There were cigars and the boys almost murdered me with a shovel.

Then we went and had birthday snackies at 24!

Oh yeah...I turned 34 yesterday. Now I am deeply ensconced into my 30s. And I'm getting a wee bit scared of getting older. I'm starting to look more like my grandfather. Though Granddad was an admirable fellow, he was a squat Armenian dude and it's not a nice look for a lady. Might be time to give into the scalpel and "have some work done." Yes, I am serious.

I find myself tuning out whenever political debates on the Austin Improv scene occur. I suppose I am content to be apolitical. Complaining about people who have never shown me (or anyone I can think of) a single unkindness makes me sad and as someone who reads the SAQ from cover to cover and rarely feels bad about it, I think I am able to congratulate those who are more successful than me. I long abandoned the idea that I could ever be Improv Hot Shit. Indeed, my novel requires the level of obsession that would take, and novel comes first, so I will forever be minor league in the improv realm and I'm okay with that. When I ask myself "what do I want from improv?" the answer is simply: fun and friends and a sense that I am learning and improving over time. I have that. I shan't complain.

My mantra: "IT'S JUST IMPROV." Perhaps this confession will make me even more unpopular. Whatevs.

That said, a new venue is opening in Round Rock (northward suburbs, home of IKEA) and IFE will be getting the first run of mainstage shows in the summer. Talks are underway to revive Cochise, the improvised '70s cop show that IFE staged around the time that the nuclear industry dialed our number and wrecked our lives. So Bob and I never got to do it (I was slated to guest). But now that chance may come around. And people north of us can enjoy improv without burning a lot of gasoline. Huzzah, everyone wins!

Tomorrow the painful event of releasing my husband into the care of Southwest Airlines and the state of Illinois must happen. Seriously: I feel as if I am owed two gallons of tears I didn't need to shed from over the past few years. I want Bob to stay here, damnit. Wanty wanty! He bought me sushi on my berfday and I lerv him.

I start my flight of web design courses at ACC in a few weeks. Education!

Other than that: 2010 is better than 2009. I would like some form of paid employment and to see my hubby more often, but I'm smooth sailing.