A Passion for Writing

Would it not be great if I wanted to write so much that it threatened my job because I took so much time doing it? It would be a lot more rewarding than play Sl & MW for 2 hours a day.

I would love to see things in a humorous way. Like when Claudie and Julia whisper after I have left the room. It's high school at Hampton Opera Center. How can I make that funny? Who would play them in a movie? Marcia Gay Harden could be Julia, and Claire Danes could be Claudie. Rachel Bilson could be Lauren. Bonnie could be a British actress. Tracy would be played by Rachel Aniston or Jenna Elfman. Chris would be played by Al pacino. Emma Thompson would be Clare. Noelle would be played by Naomi Wyatt, and an English actress whose name I can't remember would play Eliz. Liz would be Emily Blunt, and a heavier Renee Zellweger could do Jennifer. Elizabeth Peña plays Valeria and Jada Pinkett Smith is Deborah.

There is more to this somewhere. Imagine writing so much that I can't find my stuff. That is hard to imagine.

A Win

She assessed the situation and decided she could beat the other girl. She had more experience, more confidence, and more imagination.

What A Big Blunder Looks Like

Yesterday I wrote a message to a brewing co. in which I denigrated the product of our current sponsor brewer. That wasn't necessarily the bad part. The bad part was including that e-mail in the e-mail I sent to the corporate relations manager, which I did inadvertently. He, in turn, sent me a reprimand and included my boss in the e-mail. So now I suppose I am in trouble.

How to look at this? Well, I am ambitious. I don't like being in a mostly clerical position so I branch out and try to do other things, and sometimes those things backfire, like this one. If I just did my job, I would be bored and resentful, so I try to be helpful in other ways. My efforts don't always wind up being helpful. Sigh.

My reaction was to write to apologize to the crm: Sorry, Jim. You are absolutely right, and I was out of line. It won't happen again.

In analyzing what I said, I didn't really slam Widmer, I just really praised Ninkasi. I got too enthusiastic, however, for a professional setting, and I would rather Jim and Clare hadn't seen that part.

Ginny was so going to guilt Lemuel into canceling abut the extra utilities he said she owed him. He was out of line. She paid $200 more rent a month than any other renter because she had her own bathroom. She also lived in the coldest room in the house and had borrowed Jake's space heater to make her room bearable. Now not only did they expect her to suffer the cold, they also wanted her to pay extra money to do it.
This was not working. She needed to live with girls with whom she had something in common and not these loud guys with loud girlfriends. . .She could tolerate injustice, but it should not cost her money to do it.

Jon Stewart and Jill Clayburgh

In the middle of September I went in for my second interview, because Jill Clayburgh evidently liked me. This time I met Jon Stewart, complete with the worried rubbing of the forehead; in fact it was the rubbing of the forehead in conjunction with the worried look that led me to dub him Jon Stewart.

I could tell Jon was perplexed. Why did I want to work at the opera? Did I think it was going to be fun? What did I know about opera? At that point I would have told him pretty much anything to get a job. I told him that I was passionate if ignorant about opera, that I would do a great job, that I knew all about making travel arrangements, that I was accustomed to difficult personalities.

Profit

What would you do if you found out that you were hired as a result of a very qualified person being fired so that the director could hire his girlfriend? Doesn't the whole thing sound like scandalous fodder for a novel? HOw can I exploit this to my profitable advantage? That is what I need to do here.

I have learned some valuable lessons. Keep my mouth shut and observe. If somebody says something offensive, pretend as if I am surprised to know of the circumstance they refer to.