I've had this idea that I could take "work vacations." What's a work vacation? It's getting paid to go somewhere else. Work is required, and no vacation is involved, but at least there's an airplane.
Downsides: complicated taxes, pets, and the inability to plan dinner next week because no one will get back to me on exact dates and things.
Now it looks like I'll probably be leaving town in a matter of days. I have a job in San Francisco lasting 2-8 weeks and then another job elsewhere. Notice the gigantic range in time frame. I'm not too keen about that either, but I'll take it.
With a 12% local unemployment rate, it's time to get creative to pay the bills. Somehow my life has flipped around backwards, and I work when I go other places and do not work (more accurately: write full-time) when I am at home. Hmmm.
See ya, Hollywood. I'll come back when you employ me. Also, I'll come back when you stop shooting people.
Everyone hear about the gunman at Sunset and Vine today? A man opened fire at random cars on Vine Street outside the Kinko's. I almost went there in order to print/photocopy new hire documents. I guess the man was angry and he wanted to die, but instead of shooting himself he shot at the passing cars on Vine Street. He was shot dead by a cop who was working on a nearby movie set. When this transpired, I was at a post office a few blocks away, wondering why there were several helicopters parked in the sky.
There have been many shootings lately in places that are too close for comfort. It seems in many cases, these people just wanted to die. There was a shooting at U.C. Berkeley, a gunman in Issaquah (where there is no crime), and now this disgruntled person in Hollywood. I got this crazy head-in-Gravitron feeling just thinking about it today. I could have easily driven down Vine Street but instead drove a different route.
I still need to get my passport photocopied but I don't feel much like doing that right now.
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