dirty birdy.

i'm sort of back on the job hunt again. meaning, i've posted a resume on monster.com and am keeping my eyes PEELED for things. but i suppose "trying to get a job" means one actually must try, which i guess makes a little sense to me, yet i have always been a firm believer in a theory--that i'm sure i made up--which states that one should not have to work to get work. that's just counter-intuitive.

what is fueling me this time, though, is the fact that, after telling my part time employer a month in advance that i would need a week off at the end of august for my only vacation of the summer and the first time i have ever asked for any sort of extended leave, i was told it might not be possible. this is unacceptable to me, as i will be on a tour of the Dirty South with my best friend seeing, among other things, the flaming lips in concert. after this, we are heading back to virginia where FINALLY the film i worked on in the fall will be screening at the taubman museum of art, and it's kind of a big deal to me. because, realistically, i may not be working on another film for a while, and--shitty as it might end up being (i honestly cannot remember if it's good)--i am proud of the work that i did and i want that night to talk to my family about it and...yeah.

and, i'm not trying to be a martyr for my own cause, but i do everything they say (with a smile) and alls i want is a freaking vacation.