I'm smart. No doubt about it, I only threw myself out of a running for a job that would give me a fair bit of cash. Then again it would be in a job, I don't want to do.

There is really only one job that I want to do.

Do I feel bad? Not too much. Did I get told off? Kind of. Did I get upset? A little, but it was my own fault.

I don't want to be a receptionist, so who gives a fuck. I could've had today off if my colleague wasn't such a dick.

Office's are not my habitat.

Time to wait for my Temporary role to disappear me thinks.

I guess I'm just smart in a different way.

Bastard Watch

Sometimes just talking about shit with another friend who writes is great, especially when alcohol is involved. In the middle of a conversation with my novel aspiring friend, I pitched an idea for us to work on in the future. That future is 2014, let loose Bastard Watch.

Progress

I spent my hour lunch break reading extracts from Creative Screenwriting magazine on the ipad, looking to get inspired. Maybe come up with Prog's name for my next project.

Success was at hand as Prog has a first name at least, not too sure about the surname. I don't think I will ever top Court Weissberg. It is nice to put a name to a stick man, so I can start to understand the character.

Prog is obviously short for Protagonist as 'Prot' seems a bit shit. Despite there not being a strict antagonist in this piece (at the moment) they would be called Antog. This is how I slowly start to formulate ideas, and not the characters until the timing feels right.

Thank fuck for that. Now I can finally write myself out of this hole.

Thought of the day

Exercise can go suck a dick, it's too cold.

Writers I like part 2

So that post has had five views recently, posted almost a year ago. There are some dreadful typos, but then again I don't edit because I cna't be bothered (that was intentuinil). It had three clips from three tv shows that I adore: The Wire, Mad Men and The West Wing.

Here is a clip from Southland. All hail the new Wire.

Well, shit

So I have been subtely told to apply for a permanent role at my current workplace. The money is significantly more, the responsibilities are bigger, the slacking is lesser. There is no escaping this.

So much for moving from place to place and just doing my own thing. I really need to start making shit with my life, thankfully things are in motion.

At least the money will allow me to actually do things. Like learn how to drive, go travelling or learn how to make films. Hopefully all three.

Since the lottery chooses to get the correct numbers wrong quadweekly, I suppose I have to end up in a job. at a desk. wearing a tie.

I promised my younger self that would never be me.

Well, shit.