This is the best plan we’ve come up with, considering a couple of absolutes: we want to fly the cats across the country, not drive them (and we want them to be in a furnished home as long as possible); and we want to take my car with us, as it’s more financially feasible to take it than it would be to sell it here and buy a new car in Florida.
January 13th or 14th – begin driving from Seattle to Florida. We’re actually looking forward to this — driving across the country together, the kind of adventure you talk about but never do.
January 18th or 19th – arrive in Orlando. Spend the next few days finding an apartment, signing a lease, and getting the keys. Buy a few staples (toilet paper, etc.) and leave them in the new apartment.
January 24th – park my car near the Orlando airport, fly from Orlando to Seattle. Get a rental car for a week.
January 25th-29th – pack a moving pod with belongings. Have a small party, say goodbyes.
January 30th – fly with the cats from Seattle to Orlando. Car is at the airport, ready to go; apartment is waiting with a few staples, ready to go. Rough it for a week until belongings arrive.
We’re still mulling over some of the details, but our flights on the 24th and 30th are booked. Yeah, it means the cats will be alone at home here for 10 days … but it’ll be days spent in the home they know, instead of in an empty strange apartment on the other end.
Yesterday I was offered, and I accepted, a contract as a full-time improviser at the Comedy Warehouse at Walt Disney World’s Pleasure Island.
We’ll be moving to Florida in late January/early February, and my first day of work is February 12th.
I’m giddy and terrified all at the same time.
I left a message for the Disney casting guy, since he specifically told me to call him “in a couple of weeks” for an update. So now I play the waiting game.
Scott is waiting for some stuff of his own, specifically a piece of mail that should hopefully arrive today, so I’m keeping an eye out for the mailman. His big thing is under wraps right now (heh, that sounds dirty) — but should be public in the next fortnight or so.
Waiting sucks. Waaah, I want instant gratification!
Project Clean Out Old Crap continues … today I’m going through a bunch of boxes that were in storage. If we haven’t looked in them for two years, it’s good odds that we don’t need anything in them.
Right now I’m in the middle of a box of old files, and it’s some fascinating crap. Here’s what’s getting shredded/recycled:
*Pay stubs going back to 1998
*Various documents relating to 5 different totalled/stolen vehicles
*Receipts from flight school back in 1995
*My old graph-paper maps of a MUD called Tele-Arena that I used to play over a BBS back in college.
All right … since we’re still kind of on Eastern time, we were up at 5:45 this morning. I tackled the photo editing and commentary, and it’s not even lunchtime. Long story short, even though it was a short trip, we had a fantastic time.
The business portion of the trip went amazingly well. I had two callbacks on Friday: one at 9am for the Comedy Warehouse, and one at 1pm for street actors. Only 6 of us were called back for the Warehouse, which was cozy. We were joined by three Warehouse performers (two of whom I remember from 10 years ago) and a pianist. We ran through some of their games and songs, pretty much standard improv stuff. We mixed it up playing with auditioners and performers, which was nice. The big joy was that since it was a callback, nobody was sucky.
The street stuff callback had 14 people, but it’s a much larger scope show. We did some character warmups in a group, then went in one by one to do some individual character work. Basically, we were given instructions like, “You were once a huge movie star, but now you’re more of a washed-up Norma Desmond type,” and then we had to interact with the guys behind the desk. I was the second-to-last to be called in, so I got to chat with lots of people while we waited. Most of them do several jobs throughout the parks (and over at Universal too) — one, for example, does Cruella DeVil as well as hosting Fear Factor Live.
They told me they’re making some casting decisions in the next couple of weeks, or at the latest by the end of the month. The senior VP made sure I had his card and told me to call him anytime and he’d keep me updated. They also thanked me profusely more than once for coming so far to make the callbacks — it was me, a chick who drove down 15 hours from Indiana, and a bunch of people who already live in Florida.
So we’ll see — they seemed to like me, but who knows. I may be offered something full-time, or part-time, or I may not get an offer at all. But if I don’t get anything at this time, I’m pretty sure they’ll keep me in mind for other upcoming stuff.
Hey, Visa — are you implying, in your commercial where patrons of a cafeteria wander around to the delightful tune of “Powerhouse”, that it’s faster to pay for purchases with Visa than with cash? Maybe that’ll be the case in ten years, when we all have barcodes tattooed on our foreheads and RFID chips in our skin, but right now the concept seems totally absurd.
Hey, Comcast — yes, you used those cute let’s-go-to-the-lobby animated snacks in your commercial about movies on demand. However, throughout the commercial, the family dog in the house is chasing the chocolate bar. In the end, the dog has the chocolate in its mouth. Why don’t you also show the dog drinking some antifreeze? How many kids will see that, assume that dogs love chocolate, and feed Fido a big ol’ Hershey bar?