Tuesday, January 2, 2007

the perils of being a door matte

*taken from a popcorn bag.

Quarter to 4 and here I'm all alone stairing at the dirty wood walls. The theatre is appearing to be dead after a crazy holiday weekend. Yet again my employers believe I'm that of 2 sometimes 3. 1o to 7 New YEars's day and I was letting in 70 of my village all by myself. My high school help didn't show up (P.S. Teenage boys not reliable) So New Year's eve and New Year's day I was a slave to my employment and a smile for my village. What a holiday. Oh the perils of slinging popcorn.

Saturday, December 30, 2006

Interview/audition

Butter on your popcorn
“Don’t forget to smile”
small town cinema purgatory.

No crazy hair colors
Foreign body piercings
“Is that a tattoo?”

Show your arms
Stick out your tongue
“what’s that metal?”

My retainer
“You won’t be wearing-that
too much…will you?”
Cemented

Ouch
Poked and prodded for
Minimum wage
“And all the popcorn-
you can eat”