let me say:
it keeps me full of glee to know that my mother and two (three if you count lurking ernesto) of the most important men in my life read this blog.
interviewed for a nanny job yesterday. t'would be perfect, except it doesn't start until january.
woe is me.
i am sick.
woe is me.
but i am going grocery shopping tonight.
one of my favorite things.
don't forget: thanksgiving in DC is a beautiful thought.
sleepy days...
looking for more jobs. faxing. teething on life before debt.
my lips are all hungry
for song
and some boy's mouth
and some words on them
that might mean more than
an empty phone-call-greeting
working. like nothing.
it feels like nothing.
but dirty money.
smells like nothing but
rancid air in my nostrils
and i'm off aching
to make daddy happy
to make mommy proud
to make my loan payments
to make my way in this city
of politics and police
too much of my government
in my face
and i'm thinking
that the simplicity of a roommate, a bottle of wine, and a
banjo
should rule my life
and i ache to live with children
and forget this world of pained payments
always owing
owing
owe something to someone so that everyone gets paid
and everyone can eat
of the great basket set out on
city pavement streets
where i just noticed
the fall colors have arrived
i miss my home.
cornfield houses and white
ricket porches, smiling
in their collapsing old age
i miss real earth, smell of
cold rain, no
corporate canopy
shading its speedy wetness.
i miss my sun
drooping behind hot orange
wisps, demanding my eyes
leave the road. i stop the car
and watch.
smashworth:
there will no teasing of meggie-poo until you get your sloppy-lazy ass together and call me, bitch! its been almost a week! damn, i know its busy but i'm holding down two jobs and applying for a thrid! sheeit.
every day this week, i have come home and some new employer wants to interview me. which is good, b/c my temp job runs out soon.
in any case, yesterday it was a lingerie store. they sounded less than thrilled with my "lack of retail experience". now, really, c'mon. what's there to know? underwear rocks. its necessary. and i KNOW there's no fitting involved at these stores. i hate people.
but today was money. MY GYM, a children's fitness center called me for an interview. yes yes yes. two jobs working for major corporations teaching kids and I DON'T CARE!!! YEAH!!!
so wish me luck. things are moving slowly along. got three emails interested in my "ensemble based project thingie." hopefully i'll get to meet with some of them next week :)
oh, and i got mail today. post cards. 2. yeah. the title's about you, too.
i never quite sleep in anymore.
worked yesterday and today. this gig with the kiddles is excellent. i spend all of my time with ridiculous songs stuck in my head.
speaking of being stuck:
i am. spoke with mr. barker last night and he said "so, what are you doing, i mean, not just working but doing?"
i couldn't answer him. i love how he's my constant conscience.
i am unsure that the typical path to success in the performing arts is going to be my path. i do not know what path means. i do not know what success means. but i do know that the things i want to be doing, i don't see any audition notices up for. i want to be working. i don't want to be resume building, i don't want to be doing dinner theater 5 nights a week just so three years from now i can be soldier number three at the chicago shakespeare company. that's work, not working to me.
i am opting to create my own space. call out to other artists in my area. talented, collaborative minded artists. to do a piece. not to earn money. but to do a piece to deal with issues. with people and each other. there must be others out there like me, right? i mean, talented crazy people, right?
blegh. i'll keep you posted. if anyone out there has suggestions on how to find talented collaborative artists in the DC area, let me know. otherwise, its gonna be the classifieds and a few websites.
but about my love life...
i wish i had an annoying uncle next to me right now so that i could proclaim to him, that finally, i have one.
i do. love. life. and the love. in. of. my life.
figure that out, fancy-pants bloggie man.
i have been gone.
a little lost.
in someone else.
i am back now. able to pay my rent. still looking for another part time job, in case this temp thing doesn't work out. playing guitar. trying to work every evening towards audition. accepting donations to help me have headshots done.
i am exhausted emotionally. so no poetry for y'all tonight. except to say that sometimes, the word love doesn't do justice to what it describes. four simple letters, single soft syllable whispered. too easy for what i'm doing. what i'm about to do.
talk to y'all soon.
something new.
a confession i'm longing to make here, to the world. heart in my mouth.
i'minlove.
I. have. a. job.
teaching the wee ones of Georgetown. LOOKOUT!
no, really. they said i was perfect. unfortunately, its only a 20 hour a week job, but i will also be working at the temp office, where i make 10 dollars an hour.
i am okay with this. they are nice ladies. they help me pay my rent. and i help people get jobs.
oh. yes.
oh. hell. yes.
wow.
so.
everyone.
CHEER!
would you like to know why? because the talented, valuable, we'll-back-it-up-with-money affirming megan orwig has finally found work! temping, but hopefully, teaching, as well. i'll know by tomorrow. in any case, i am currently contributing valuable movement to the economy, i opened a bank account today, and i am paying my rent.
and my guitar finally came from ups.
her name is matilde.
and she is beautiful.
spent last night with the gay neighbors upstais, drinking vodka and cokes and listening to Abba on vinyl. apparently, i have now been recruited to sing at their committment ceremony in november. please, however, that this all happened in a fit of drunkenness and I or they may be entirely mistaken in our offers and recollections of the evening.
i got amazing news last night.
someone very important is coming to see me. i can't say much more now, but if you really want the details, you'll have to call me :)
i hope everyone's well. i know i am. my fingers hurt like hell and there's cream cheese in the house.