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Wednesday, October 26, 2005

Life's A Bitch


Daaaaaaaaaaaaaamn. Looks like my power move into an Associate Producer position got derailed due to a minor technicality called lack of experience. The producer that was co-signing for me brought my resume in to the Exec. Producer but was told she couldn’t put me on because I don’t have any TV experience. I guess 28 years of actually watching TV doesn’t count. I wish I could call Jesse and hold a press conference to pull the race card.

So anyway, it looks like I can still get a gig on the show with the hopes of getting promoted to the Associate Producer position, but I’d be starting a little lower on the food chain. The producer who’s bringing me in got promoted from AP after only 6 months on the job, so that’s a sign that I can get in and make some noise quick. Plus she'll be looking out for me so that will help my cause as well. Initially upon hearing that I couldn’t get the AP position I was going to just say fuck it and move on, but something hit me. I had a Costanza type moment, where I realized that maybe I should just go with the opposite of what my natural instincts tell me. I consulted with the girlfriend and she said that she thought I should just go for it and work my ass off and see where it takes me. Working my ass off at the bottom, hmmmm never really had to do that. I almost got out of doing it this time to, but my streak of getting by with my slick talk and educated Negro steez might have to come to an end. I may have to be the coffee and donut retriever. The lunch order taker. The gluteus maximus kisser. Fuck it, I’ll do it.

Now taking this job pretty much means that my broke lifestyle will have to continue on for another year or so (hopefully less). That means making some sacrifices. We’re talking drinking Ralph’s brand OJ instead of the Trader Joe's organic shit. That means going from borderline stoner to occasional toker. And yes, how much weed I’ll be able to smoke did pop into my head instantly upon learning that the salary I was expecting got slashed. Is that lame? Perhaps, but it’s the truth. Hopefully I’ll be able to meet with the other Producer this week and confirm if I can even get the chump job. Can’t count my eggs before they hatch.

That’s all for now. My next post will be about what shows I’m going to spec.

What I’m Listening To Now: Sean Paul – The Trinity


posted by writebrother @ 2:16 AM  

3 Comments:

  • At 4:13 PM, Blogger Grubber said…

    Sounding good. Glad to hear you at least get your foot in the door. If you are good, that is all you should need, that and a photo of the EP in bed with his mistress and his dog.....hopefully all three at the same time. ;-)

     

  • At 9:21 AM, Blogger The Assimilated Negro said…

    what are your thoughts on weed as a creative crutch ....?

     

  • At 10:55 AM, Blogger writebrother said…

    I think with music weed definitely does have a huge effect on your sound. There can be glaring improvements when you're high as opposed to sober, so many musicians do use it as a "crutch". I personally wouldn't call it a crutch because regardless of if you're high are not you still created it. There's no guardian angel that pops up when you hit the bong and sits at the MPC and lays down drum patterns for you, or opens up Final Draft and knocks out a killer third act. Weed isn't steroids and fortunately there are no piss tests in Hollywood, so I say smoke all you want.

    Personally I do write stoned a lot, although I smoke a lot period so I don't think it's a crutch with me. I have cut back on the green since I started writing, but that's just because I'm busier creating rather than observing and wasting time.

     

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