Read me read me because I am special
So I'm having a really hard time figuring out what I want to do next in terms of a job. I'm pretty desperate right now, but I'm still picky, which is an American thing right? I have access to a TON of craigslist ads for serving job after serving job, but I DON'T WANT TO WAIT TABLES ANYMORE. Holy shit, if all the people in the United States that didn't have a job, applied for the serving jobs on craigslist, then they would all have a job. But really, who wants a 41-year-old angry ex-accountant serving you fried shrimp and mashed potatoes?
I'm a comic with a very limited skill set (lets be honest). I can type about 60 WPM - which is my greatest asset. I can teach spinning classes, but that's taking longer than I anticipated. I can write, but I'm just NOW writing really great, honest, material and I don't have many samples that the writing job ads always ask for. So that blows.
I need something pretty immediate. I would love for it to be a writing job. Copy writing would be nice. Writing a web series for pay would be nice (I'm beginning to work on a web series without pay). Even getting booked at some great comedy clubs (oh wait, that's not going to happen anytime soon (yes it will, I'm going to kill at my comic strip live audition next Tuesday) so I need to focus on realistic expectations for myself) would be accepted. Did I just blow some minds with my parenthesis-inside-another-parenthesis?? I just blew my own mind with that. I think that it made sense, too. Suck ith hard English language, you own me not!
Every time I write one of these "Read-me-because-I-need-attention" blog articles, I always do end up feeling fulfilled to some extent. I recognize that I am redundant a lot, kind of, when I type. I think it's because I feel like these euphemisms make me sound intelligent. Now I think I am realizing, somewhat, how slightly indirect I am when I write, maybe.
I wonder how many million others are writing their own "READ-ME-READ-ME-I'M-SPECIAL" blog right now, hoping that it's going to help their career or knowing that it's gold because they're getting a fat paycheck in a few days (payday is Friday). I feel a degree of "selling out." I fear that beginning this foray into the internet nether regions is opening up a world of LOLs, JKs, and OMGs that may be too much for my 90s brain to accept. I foresee myself on a virtual cliff, slamming a keyboard into my head repeatedly, screaming "Make it stop! Make the ignorant letters on the screen stop assailing my intelligence! Make it stop!" Then I leap over, only to be caught by an inter-net of comics that give me smug looks all the time.
So thanks for reading. Lower your ego and love everyone (although that is a fucking hard thing to do).
-Mark Hudson











