I'm madly job hunting and on last count I had applied to over 72 different jobs...come on Universal or Warner Bros. or anyone else I have written to, please give me a call. I'm maintaining the faith which has been supported over the past month by no less than two fortune cookies. One told me 'Bide your time, success in near' and another told me 'Stay strong, you are on the right path'!
I did have one interview last week with a "Fully Integrated Marketing Agency", for an "internship" position which I am slowly beginning to translate into "slavery"... which I thought was abolished in the eighteen hundreds. For some reason all the internship positions here in the US of A, expect you to work for free. This position wanted the applicant to commit to five days a week for six months and happily be compensated with pay of $0! If you can survive in New York City and not be paid, you are a magician! When I told one friend he exclaimed (and cover the kiddies ear please) "You may as well be arse raped"!
Anyway, I am currently working on a screenplay with Toni Colette in mind for the lead (hey, dream big or go home)! It's called Transplant (working title) and it's a twisted drama/thriller about the lengths a mother will go to, to protect herself and her daughter from heartbreak. I've been researching a lot about heart conditions, as well as stories about children and their families who have had to face the reality of an organ transplant. It's really interesting but also really sad.
Well to finish my first blog on a slightly more humorous note, I have a brief NYC Subway story to tell (tame but still amusing). I got onto a rather crowded F train the other day at around 3.41pm at 34th St station when an African American gentleman kindly asked, "Does anyone know what time it is?" After a brief pause, one man finally made the effort to lift is hand out of his pocket and check his watch and replied, "It's 3.42". The African American gentleman then proceeded to correct him, announcing, "No, it's mmmmm, bop time!" Suddenly about six men burst into harmony and started dancing through the train. Now this incident alone had me smirking but it wasn't until the train jolted suddenly and all six men fell like dominoes, desperately reaching for poles to sturdy themselves, did my smirk become a stifled laugh (karma punishing me for laughing at their misfortune, as one trampled my foot - but the pain was worth it). Like true performers, the show must go on and despite the tumble they did not break harmony for a second and I rewarded them with the entire 72 cents in coins that i had in my jacket pockets. So next time someone asks you for the time...just think about what time it really is!