On The Verge

I never made it to my bill collector interview. I missed my train, and the next one took so long to come, I would have been half an hour late, so I never went. While I know that I didn’t make this happen, a part of me feels guilty, because I didn’t want that job and was relieved to miss the interview. Odd that I should feel guilty to get what I want.

In fact, if I believed that the universe was there to protect me, I would say that it was meant to be that I should miss the interview. As I was walking home, a coffee shop near my house had a now hiring sign up–pretty amazing, considering recently I called every single coffee shop in the phone book to see if they were hiring, and none of them were. So I put in an application, and today they called me. They said they had a couple more people to interview, but they seemed pretty certain that I would get the job. There’s less money to be had in coffee, but it won’t suck my soul out, which is good. This coffee shop is pretty laid back, and by “laid back,” I mean you don’t have to wear a uniform or a hat. This is pretty much my only requirement in a coffee shop job.

I have a feeling that after my month and a half of bored-out-of-my-mind-but-tense-all-at-the-same-time unemployment, things are about to start snowballing for me. I put my hand in so many different things during this time off–sending my play out, applying for jobs, applying for internships–that I predict this time next month I will have too many things to do and too many choices to make. A good problem to have.

I haven’t given up the phone sex idea, either. I like the idea of having a primary income, and then a secondary one for fun money. After going so long without money at all, I’m ready to start hording jobs and incomes. It’s good to have a back-up. Not to mention, I believe the coffee shop job will be infinitely more fun, as well as productive, if I know that I’m not relying on it to live. I had a brief phone interview with a phone sex company. There are two more interviews before I get the job–one where I audition in an online chat, and one where I have to put my skills to the test on the phone. While I don’t kid myself about the phone sex job, and what it will entail, truth be told I’m kind of looking forward to it. In whatever capacity, it would be making a living with acting–and a fairly decent living at that, considering I’m used to getting by on about $700 a month. People keep telling me that phone sex doesn’t pay as much as you think, but actually, given the figures I’ve been reading, it seems to pay exactly what I would expect. I know I won’t get rich off of it. I just expect to make an income that won’t make me cringe when it comes time to pay my miniscule rent.

Perhaps I’m easily amused, but I’m looking forward to these strange opportunities coming up. The coffee shop will provide a buffer, should the phone sex turn into the worst job in the world, and the phone sex will provide a buffer, should the coffee shop not give me enough shifts. I have visions of being tired from a hard days work, visions of enjoying my days off instead of feeling restless, visions of leaving my apartment because I can afford to, visions of new headshots and maybe some acting classes in the future.

I’m a happy camper.

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