It’s 6:53AM, and I’m already on the morning train to work with the other Filipino nannies/Tim Horton’s employees. I’m listening to Sexy Girl by Snow – one of my guilty pleasures. Dippity bippity dippity bippity dippity best friend uh…It occurs to me that I haven’t been on stage since August 2013…it’s April fucking 11 2014.
Writing to you…honestly? It hurts. Continue reading
After months and months of skinning my knees in my new job as a Headhunter, in January, I shot from dead last in the office to third in sales. It’s quite literally the toughest endeavour I’ve ever undertaken, but after a few deals, I know what it takes to be successful.
But wait: this isn’t Diary of a Headhunter, or is it? Have I succumbed to the succubus that is a career making six figures, thereby sacrificing my dream of becoming a killer stand-up comedian??
Yesterday, I watched Sound of My Voice, a movie about a couple that attempts to infiltrate and expose a cult. Halfway through the film, the leader asked one of the non-believers,
Why are you so lame?
Immediately, I asked myself the same question: Why was I so lame? Why had I failed at virtually everything that I’d tried to do? Why?? Continue reading
I have a day job. That’s it: it’s over.
The dream of being a comedian squashed by the base compulsions of Maslow’s bottom rungs. Now, with all my energy being spent on trying to buy it for a dollar and sell it for two, I don’t have the time to do stand-up, let alone write.
So far, seven months have come and gone in 2013. So far, I’ve been on stage six times. Ugh.