I’m normally smarter than this, and know better than to stay up past 12 if I have to work all day and take a four hour flight immediately afterwards, inevitably landing somewhere I’ve never been before. Actually. Come to think of it, that situation hasn’t really arisen as of yet. Normally I wouldn’t have had to work.
People have been telling me I’m lucky to get the time off work to go to the Fringe, but am I? When I got hired, I made my ulterior career goals known. If the aim in hiring administrative support is retention, then really, if I want to go to Winnipeg for 3 weeks, and take a day off here or there throughout the year afterwards, jeez. Just let me be.
I realize this is a silly thing to say and that people work for the tiny amount of time they are granted off, considering the amount of hard work and effort goes into surviving just the day, let alone the week, the year, the 30+ years to feed your family, pay off your mortgage and retire comfortably, but damnit. I don’t feel that’s me.
In a dreamworld, I would fly out to Winnipeg, someone would catch my show and think: “my these girls are damn gifted writers, here: have your pick of TV shows to write on, or radio shows, here’s something I want to pay you to write” etc. If only it were that simple. If only I had those 8 + travel time hours a day I use up to go to work Monday to Friday, to stay at home and get my ideas written down, my creativity challenged, that would be the best. But debt is sticking out its nasty butthole right in my face, and it’s damn stinky and needs to be payed back. Like, now. Or else light a match or something, because peeeeee-yew!
So, post-Winnipeg, it’s belt-tightening time. But until then, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE come check out our show! FOR REAL! It’s really good! And it’s a lot more fun when there’s more people in the audience! COME ON!!!! I NEEEEEEEEED THIS!
I mean. *Brie gets up from the floor.
Good night everyone.