Well, a week now since starting my new job. Not a job I like; but, a job to ease the tower of bills that seem to accumulate when there is no film or tv work around. I'm working in....a call center. Yes, that's right, a call center: "Hello, my name is Desperate McSlacker and I'm calling from Morally Dubious SuperConglomerCorps. I'm calling to either push more sweatshop created crap on you at a price that seems cheap to you, in a veiled attempt for the corporation I'm currently employeed by to gather as much personal information upon as possible, whereby it can be utilaized by every other subsiduary company hidden within our heirarchy. ...Do you want fries with that?" A University degree in Theatre, 12 years working in the entertainment industry (stage hand, Campus Radio Assistant Manager, shop hand, fly gallery, Video Assist, Casting Associate, Roadie...blah, blah, blah) and I can't find anything for the past three months. I'm purposely not looking for bartending/serving jobs (industry burnout, y'know, might snap) and due to the decided lack of anything else on my resume, I can't even get an interview at a Plastic Extruding Factory. The only job interview I get is for a freakin call center. I've definately made an error in my educational history, maybe I should've taken those highschool classes in power mechanics or auto body.

I'm not feelin too well about things right now, I might as well be working at McDonalds for all I care.

I'm too depressed to even growl.