Recap: Money
Not much to say about the money show. Full house again (yay), but whether it was due to the audience’s age, disposition, or post-Thanksgiving haze, we had to wake them up with a cattle prod. By the end of the show they were on board—except for the poor old folks who hated rap, and so hated the Will Smithian ditty that ended our show. I got some decent feedback from friends in the audience, despite feeling like the two sketches I wrote and directed completely tanked. C’mon, people, suicidal talking bananas are funny! Right? Right?!
Happily Pope’s ode to the glass ceiling went over well:
I checked out for a lot of the show, which was a small problem because I was on stage for much of it. As noted earlier last week, I lost my job on Monday, and many of the filmed bits we played on Friday took place in that office. I found it hard to focus. Today marks my first week of pavement-pounding and resume updating, and all the despair that these things entail. Although I’ll be posting (whining) about the job hunt pretty regularly on this blog, I won’t be writing about the circumstances that led to this situation. Indeed, many of them are still a mystery to me. It should be sufficient to say that my severance paperwork also included a non-disparagement agreement, a wise move on their part.
Onward. Upward. There must be a job in Boston that synergizes my creative and professional talents. I can only hope it pays.