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Tuesday, January 23, 2001

I worked. PSSI, Production and Satellite Services, Inc., owns the greater part of
my day. The people are a pleasure to work with (for the most part) and I have
health insurance for the first time in my adult life. We have beer Fridays and my
boss's brother grills ribs or hamburgers or hotdogs about four or five times a
year. He is one of the coolest gents I know despite his money. (What a snob I am
turning out to be! I have cornered a new market on snobbery -- I am a poor
snob.) You know I have met some wealthy people who have actually been good
people - I haven't met many of them but I have met some. Anyway, I am
working. I am lucky; although I am seriously overdue for a raise ( am inter-
viewing for a weekend job this Thursday), they let me off for auditions with
only a minimal guilt trip.

Wednesday, January 24, 2001, mid-afternoon)
I have to leave work again to go to my second audition this week! It's for print
work again, but this time it's for a waitress or young mom for IHOP, so
I actually have a shot. I just got this agent last Thursday and within two days he
had my first audition and two days after that, my second. My former agent, who
I had been with for six months, got me a total of (drum roll please)...zero
auditions. The one before that...two in six months. Luckily, I got a handful of
non-paying jobs last year to keep me from sticking my head in the sleek, black,
top-of-the-line gas stove (which matches the fridge) in my sleek, top-of-the-line,
please someone kill me, Santa Monica house. I live in the hood so it keeps me
sane. The house I live in is the only one that has been remodeled in the last
twenty years. And the beach is just down the street (!), except it's polluted and
not fit for humans. There are signs that warn not to go into the water, but the city
of Santa Monica only puts it up after tourist season. Those of us that live here
are aware of the open sewer lines that ran into the ocean until early last year, so
we stay clear.

Wednesday, January 24, 2001 PM
Left aft 8:30 to head down to Hollywood to see the Upright Citizens Brigade at
ImprovOlympics Theatre. The place is packed to the gills. The theatre seats 80
people. About 150 people have shown up to see this infaous improv troupe.
They pack us into the seats and then on the stairs and then on wooden boxes
standing in the back. The show is a hit. I realize that I really like Hollywood, the
seedy-young-"hip" sloppy area of LA where underground theatre reigns right
along with old-underground-theatres-that-are-now-famous-but-haven't-lost-
their-underground-sensibilities like The Actors Gang where Jack Black (Tena-
cious D, High Fidelity) got started. Hollywood, the antithesis of where I happen
to live- Santa Monica, the "professional" 9 to 5, Ivy League, khaki pants and
black turtleneck, fancy car, Darwinist, trendy, intellectual pit-of-hell (hell being

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