First off, I want to tell you about the amazing thing I invented all by myself…in a dream. The other night, I dreamed I genetically created a hybrid plant. I combined celery and apples and called it Apple Sticks, and this convenient and delicious fregitable revolutionized all that is healthy snacking. Ants on a log never saw this coming!
If I were a botanist, I would make this and be a bazillionaire. Even GMO protesters could not deny the delectable genius of this combination.
That being said, I finally have decided to make an official announcement about something seemingly significant. I no longer work at that $hitty makeup company. It’s over. Done. Before you ask…no, I did not quit. Yes, I am fine, and yes. My last fridge poem was to Cee Lo Green’s F*ck You. My only regrets? Censoring that song and not getting laid-off sooner. Why didn’t I tell you sooner? Because I didn’t want people to worry about me. I’m a resilient and surprisingly stoic young lady.
Right now I am a voice over talent and part-time studio assistant at Creative Studios of Atlanta. This is a great place, filled with good vibes and optimal networking potential. If you’re an actor looking for some classes or a voice over talent looking for coaching/demos/etc., check it out! My commercial voice demo is complete, and I may try my hand at acting. I mean, I had people convinced at my old job that I liked being there for two years. I clearly have acting talent.
This new studio assistant gig is loaded with new people, new responsibilities, and of course, new funny tasks. This week, I had to refill the vending machine. I actually love doing this. I’m not sure why. Perhaps it tickles my old, AMC memories of restocking candy. I was well known for my Candy Train! I have to say that as I was loading the machine with snacks, I thought about how much the kids who attend classes LOVE this machine. I mean, all kids enjoy clinking change into a vending machine and picking a favorite treat. Maybe seeing how much pleasure it brings them to see a seventy five cent packet of Reeses drop during a snack break is what makes me like restocking so much. Those kids do make my Tuesdays a blast. Perhaps I’ll write a poem about that soon.
I DO think I will attempt National Novel Writing Month and write Reception Perception, my book about that $hitty receptionist job that had me on the verge. Maybe this book will actually sell…What do you think? Third book’s the charm?