On The Verge

Tomorrow I have two interviews. One is to become a bill collector. The other is a preliminary interview to become a phone sex operator–er, ahem, I mean “fantasy artist.”

Loan sharking and the sex industry: Two industries you can count on during a recession. The only other interview I’ve snagged during my month and a half of unemployment, after sending literally dozens of very finely tuned resumes out a day, was for a temp agency that has yet to get me any work.

Rest assured, I find this less tragic and more hilarious. I figure either way, it should be an interesting stint. There’s a sort of relief that comes with jobs you have no wish to advance in–jobs in which no one can judge if you quit at a moments notice.

In more uplifting news, however, a theatre company in New York has responded to a query letter and sample ten pages of a play I wrote, asking to see the play in it’s entirety for the possibility of workshopping and development. If they accept it, it will be excellent for my future as a playwright, although it doesn’t pay anything.

So those are the choices: sharking, sexing, or starving.

Truth be told, though, I believe if you break things down to their base value, those are always the options, recession or no.

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