the perfect job
What a lot of people do not get is, for most writers, going back to work actually means going back to looking for work. See, for feature writers, the strike for most people did not mean stopping work. It meant you just could not even look for work.
[Kind of not steady employment, the arts. And to be knocked out three months when you cannot even look for the job, let alone nail it, well, that is a hardship.]
I have just found this other job. Holy cats! This is a great job. Check it out :
Job specs : Work vampire hours, take no shit, bust balls, wear fabulous clothes, attack people inferior to you, then tie them up and ignore them and get paid $185 per hour plus tips.
That so beats out writing. I mean, it has all the benefits of writing. [Work vampire hours.] But THEN! Then, you get to mock people inferior to you [hello suits, no offense, but hey, can you write scripts?]. Tie them up! Ignore them! [Good-bye notes yay!] And also there are tips and —
Listen, I own fabulous clothes. Do I get to wear them? No. Because I am a writer and am required to look like “a writer.” AKA a university professor soaked in suede elbow patches and red wine.
Ask me how much fun that is?
Ask me how many freaking dates you get asked on in that attire?
That is right.
I am so going for the new job. Yay!