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Well, I'm on the hunt for a new job. Sorta. I filed for unemployment and can see myself living a life of leisure and writing for once, at least for a few weeks or months. But no, I had an interview the other day with -- are you ready for this? -- a fricken dermatologist. Yes, a dermatologist! But not just any dermatologist -- no, a dermatologist to the stars. Like Michael Jackson is a client. In fact, that's how Wacko-Jacko met Debbie Rowe, the woman who bore his children.

I told my placement person I am declining a second interview. After all, I didn't move to LA to work for a doctor -- I moved to Tinseltown to work in the entertainment industry. At least he's got celebrity clients, though, right? So they called me again tonight to reconsider for a second interview. The placement person said I was doing her a favor because they narrowed it down to me and one other person. I was a stand out. Of course I caved and will be meeting with King Botox next week. Ugh. What have I gotten myself into?

Unfortunately, the position I was most interested in doesn't seem to be a possibility at the moment. They scheduled their first round of interviews and I was not among them. They wanted somebody with a strong theatrical background for their theater & film production company in NY.

Had I landed this job, I would have been the third assistant to a wealthy lady who lunches in Beverly Hills. Actually, she mostly spends her money on gifts for people. In fact, they have a full-time gift wrapper on staff. Yes, I'm serious. The family has a staff of 40! Housekeepers, chefs, drivers, security, etc. They must have a parking garage on their estate.

The staff even has their own chef who prepares their lunches daily. And, get this -- the staff has their own masseuse who comes in once a week! Isn't that outrageous?! The job would have entailed travel domestically and internationally on commercial jets and on their very own airplane. Very good pay, overtime and amazing benefits package. The hours are what's totally killer. And not in a good way. The hours, at least right now, are 10am until sometimes midnight. Talk about having no life. Yikes!

Meanwhile, I'm collaborating with an aspiring director on a horror script. And, I'm trying to start a new high concept spec script.

So, why do I have a feeling I lost my audience, if I ever had an audience, aside from Rock. You still out there Rock? You were my rock, Rock. Sorry, it's been a rocky road lately and I haven't been up to posting.