WadeRandolph.com

7/30/05

Geeze, I need to update this thing.

Well, it's happened.  As I knew it inevitably would.  I stopped writing on here as frequently as I would have liked.  It's always like that.  You build up a head of steam because you're so excited about something, then it fades, and eventually, goes away completely.

It's not all my fault, it's TV's.  I took a job where I work over 70 hours a week.  I've bitched 

enough about it to my friends and loved ones, so I won't do so here.  I quit yesterday.  You know you're in trouble when you hope for a car accident so you won't have to go to work for a day.  Oh, just one day.  They talked me into staying for a week because, well, I am pretty awesome.  And I'm a sucker.

Now I sit at my desk and try to figure out how the hell I'm going to get through all these hours that don't seem to be passing whatsoever.  Who's the guy that never ages?  Dick Clark?  Yeah, I'm on his time.  And it's not as great as you'd think.

The job was in television production.  That's the boring part of TV.  The part that has nothing to do with TV.  It's kind of like the guy at the Twinkie factory that loves Twinkies, but he has to sit in an office all day and order boxes for the Twinkies to be shipped out in.  He never even gets to see a Twinkie.

Trying to be a writer and working in television production makes about as much sense as a Johnny Knoxville movie.  (Snap!)  To get anywhere in "the industry" by working your way up, you have to kiss a lot of ass.  And writers, by their very nature, are not ass kissers.  At least not good ones.  It goes against every thread of their being.  Writers are bitter, or shy or both.  Never outgoing go getters who offer to make you tea when you're feeling under the weather.  No, writers would stay as far from you as possible, because we're always the ones that catch your cold.  Make your own god damn tea.  I'll be over here disinfecting my telephone receiver.

If you think you're a writer, and have ever complimented anybody besides your mother, or somebody you were trying to sleep with, on their apparel, rethink your career choice.  Because that is a kiss ass move.  And you are not nearly jaded enough to write anything of interest to anybody, ever.  Ever.

But anyway, I should write more on this page.  Maybe when I'm unemployed in a week.  Thanks for coming.  You look really great in that shirt.

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