Still Hunting

I’m a bit tired of waiting and I fear that if I don’t score a job by next week, I might take another shot at the Porn gig that a friend of mine offered last week.  I really, really hate the idea of going back doing the same old shit (especially since its home based) when I swore I’d stay away but at this point I’m tired and poor. Mama needs a new digicam, books, shoes and a few lappy accessories. My sister, who knows fair well how greedy I am, told me to disregard the fact that I’ll get the fattest pay check ever in my career and told me to just wait it out a bit. Porn isn’t that bad, I think.

Fuck, what am I saying?!

You know the last of your resolve is about to slip away the minute you start rationalizing the worst of ‘em.

There are actually a lot of things at stake if I ever decide to take that job. One would be the end of my already-stricken social life. Doing home based work means I’m bound to stay here in this shitty town and I don’t think I’m ready to watch my life drift away. Then there’s the fact that working from home would surely aggravate my anti-social tendencies, making it difficult for me to work or socialize with other people if ever I decided to haul my ass yet again to the bright city lights. Lastly, being here for a long time will make it difficult for me to leave. Taena. Things are so complicated. But I need monies. Like NOW. I want to roll in dough and burn ‘em by buying anything I could get my grubby hands on.

I wish the guy from Lavish channel would hire me already.

I had a phone interview yesterday all the way from Sydney. The guy is looking for a copywriter and I was lucky enough to be short-listed. The job sounds quite interesting. Plus, if given the opportunity, I’ll be working for a lifestyle channel which is some sort of a dream of mine. I’m not keeping my hopes up though. If there’s one thing I learned from this experience it’s that there’s always someone better. Someone cheaper. Someone younger. Someone less prone to inexplicable outbursts.

Naturally, I’ve developed a thick skin when it comes to rejection.

But months and months of searching for that one, almost-perfect company and ending up with countless dead-ends, it’s taking longer than I expected. I know I shouldn’t be too picky but I’d be damned if I go through another Enfra-situation any time soon.

I don’t think I can wait for long. I’ll try to wait it out as long as I could. Hopefully by next week something would come up.

On a less sordid affair, in my valiant attempt to keep fatness at bay, I decided to cut my rice intake completely off. It was... painful. A really hard decision to make. But I got inspired with Pakwan’s story and dicided that this potbelly has got to do. No rice. Again. Naturally.

I’ve also developed an ab exercise that is pure torture. Well actually, it ain’t really something I personally came up with, heheh but Pakwan gave me a few pointers. Obviously he’s on to me. So far there’s little result but then again, it’s only been a week. I think if I keep this up until December (which is impossible), coupled with my limited carb intake, I just might be beach-ready by February, muahahahah! The life of a vain person is such a sorrowful one.

I’m watching CSI: Miami again. Man, the CSI head honcho is still driving me bonkers. He has these chosen moments where he says one retarded one-liner, a spilt-second show of quiet intensity on-screen and then walks out of the scene like it’s nobody’s business. Dude, you’re solving a murder, stop acting like prissy bitch. It’s a wonder how Hugh Laurie manages to do the exact same thing without looking like a total douchebag. And that’s something since Dr. House is the perfect example of all-encompassing apathetic assholeness.