Sometimes things work out for the better. Sometimes for the worst. The hard part is that it's difficult to know in the moment. For example, I was rejected by Chapman and went to Fitchburg State for a year. I got in a year later and lived down the hall from a group of guys that are still my best friends out in California. That might have never happened if I didn't get rejected. Flashforward a couple years, I didn't get the job at CAA.
Yeah, I'm mad and disappointed. Although, it's foolish to get obsessed with it because nothing is going to change. I'm a little frustrated that I had to interview for a desk for a high profile agent that put me in a hole from the beginning. Hell, if I was in his position I probably wouldn't have even hired me since I would have wanted someone with more experience. So, there goes my chance with that agency, which leaves me somewhat bewildered. I don't even get a chance to interview for another desk. I get one shot with one agent. I just don't see how that's possible.
So, now I stand all alone looking for some sort of inspiration. AD Personnel is going to send my resume to probably William Morris and the other agencies. They want me to get a job as much as I do. That's how they make their money. It might sound deranged, but I kind of like that situation since we're like a team.
I also found out today that the housing situation with Dres's friend completely fell through. Not the end of the world really since I didn't even know the girl. I mentioned some of the pros the other day, but there could have been plenty of cons. Now, I just have to continue to look at other options. I still blame Fred and Culver City for all this since I had a place.
Bringing this post full circle begs the question whether this will be for better or worst. If you look at my life right now, I've have been a complete failure at the three most important aspects of a man's life: employment, housing, and women. Plain and simple. I seem to follow this trend throughout my lifetime. I have to get kicked on the ground a couple times. It fucking sucks.
Maybe I'll laugh at this point in my life. Maybe I won't. There's nothing more to really say.