The Thrill of the Hunt

Oh, the job hunt's heating up. Ask and you shall receive.

Given my love of astrological omens, I followed this past eclipse and full moon with fervent splendor. And today, I said, "I MUST BLOG!!!" So here I am.

A wunderkind named Ms. Brick (yes, that's the real name) basically led me to all I believe in: karma, confluence, convergence. Another piece of the puzzle. She found me on monster. Told me I was funny, was direct, honest, and we laughed in her office for over an hour. Yes, I had to dive onto the hood of a cab to get back to 10th Avenue, but it was worth it. She's got friends in Conde Nast, and understands the meaning of "passion." She took one look at me and said, "Why would any of these agencies want you for finance? Creative people--dancers, actors, singers--are ten times smarter than those that push other people's money around. I won't waste your time."

Now that I like to hear!

So, I've basically got one interview after the other lined up. Yesterday I saw Hearst, I'm waiting on Wolff-Olins, next week on Wednesday is the Rockefeller Group. Whatever the hell it is, I'll take it just to get out. It's going to happen. I can feel it. Playbill chose someone else, but it rolled off my back. I've got too many things to plan, too much going on. It's all good. I feel ready.

My tarot readings are going well, too. I've booked a Halloween party and a private reading next weekend. That, in addition to my eBay stuff, and I've got money coming in.

I'm back, despite my fibromyalgia kicking my back and legs into stiff hell. I'm not letting it stop me.

Plus, I'm still cat-hunting. I'm either getting another tabby or another black cat. Dexter needs a friend. He's taken to the late Ms. Muffins's bed, so at least it's getting used.

October is always a weird month...everything either falls apart or comes together. I think "together" is where I'm at.