My Twenty-Something Quasi-Soap

On this last day of October, I woke up and realized that I still had not done one of the most important things that I do on this blog: my official presidential endorsement/political rant. Well, better late than never, I always say. Besides, during my 100th blog celebration speech, I promised the people more of my political rants. I cannot fail the people. So, at the risk of adding myself to any watch lists (and we're all probably on at least one), here we go. My official endorsement for the offices of President and Vice President are the Democratic candidates John Kerry and John Edwards. If you are surprised, alarmed, shocked, or angered by this in any way, please just leave now. I'm endorsing Kerry/Edwards for the same reason that a lot of people are endorsing them for: We don't want 4 more years of Bush. I honestly believe that the only reason people like GWB at this point is they're either: a) filthy stinking rich b) really f-ing stupid c) standing aro

Holy crapola, where has the summer gone? Of course, it's totally fall now. It's been fall for quite sometime, and now October is almost over. The leaves are changing, there's that lovely crisp burning leaves smell in the air, and all is well for I am where I've been for the past 5 years. Lovely, lovely KB Toys!!!! But before I get into all of that, I should probably fill everyone in on what the hell has been going on in my post-Evil Place life. (The restaurant that I slaved in all summer shall now be referred to as the Evil Place. That is all.) Through a colleague that I was working with on the off-B'way production in NYC with I managed to land an internship at a theatrical management company. Theatrical management (also called general management) is essentially the nuts and bolts operation of a production. Press, marketing, rehearsal space, performance space, contracts with anyone involved in the show, payroll, accounting, and so on are all handled by t

Dude, it's too quiet today. It's waaaayyy too quiet for me to be in this office, especially with the impending doom that lurks ahead. Last night I e-mailed my bosses and let them know that I'm leaving at the end of this week. I have every right to do so. We agreed that I would work for a for week trial period and that at the end of four weeks we would decide whether or not this was working out and where we wanted to go from there. Well, I decided that I'm not the right person for this job, this isn't working out well, and I want to leave. One can probably imagine the awkward silences this will lead to. .... (2 1/2 hours later) .... I have now talked to both of my bosses, and I'm wondering what kind of twilight zone episode I just stepped into. They were both really nice about it, and I was expecting to go all out, guns blazing, and making a stand. But they understood. They realized that they had given me a hard time, but they also understoo