| Jun. 8th, 2006 @ 01:07 pm (no subject) |
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Well, Journal, this marks the end of my third year as a groundskeeper. I thought this was supposed to be a temporary job until I could land a role in tv or movies? But have I even auditioned anywhere for anything but a few higher profile music gigs? No.
It not like I've even been particularly busy groundskeeping. Not like last year. Last year I barely had time to breath between natural disasters that were heck on the grounds. In at least one case, I hadn't even finished cleaning up the previous mess before a new one fell atop it.
But this year was quiet. Relaxing even, after the year before. Simple maintenence. The elves could have almost handled it by themselves. I spent most nights away, playing folk music around Arizona, California, Nevada, Utah, New Mexico, and Colorado (aparation is a wonderful wonderful thing). Even got a weekly spot on Tuesday evenings up in one of the Las Vegas Casinos which was for a magic act - honestly, folks, I have no idea how muggles do magic when they can't, you know, do magic, but it's fun to show off something that most times I'm not allowed to let anyone know I can do.
Anyway, I've decided. This summer, I'm going to find an acting job. I'll get an agent, audition, and everything. The First Order of Janitors can cover for me for a few hours while I meet with studios and stuff. It's not like we have anybody we're trying to impress with our groundskeeping over the summer. An hour off here, a day off there isn't going to hurt anybody. |