Down By the (Job Market) Bay…

Well, it’s been quite some time since I’ve sat down to type a little type for you all to read. But, I’m back…not from outer space, but I see you still have that look upon your face.

I’ve been pretty busy with school work, running recruitment via my position on Panhellenic and other (not so) wonderful things before I graduate in May. Yup, just making the most of the last few months of my college career.

I’ve started applying to jobs, so that’s cool. Technically I should wait until March, but I couldn’t contain myself any longer. Why wait so long you ask? Well, for entertainment jobs usually employers are looking to fill positions to start immediately. So had I applied for a job in, let’s say January, they would have skipped right over my resume simply because I wouldn’t have been able to start for another 4-5 months. So, the journey has begun. If you know someone who’s “in the business” and they’re looking for a fabulous recent college graduate to do entry-level work, particularly as an assistant to a producer, writer, director, celebrity, desk, canine, etc–let them know I’m interested!

So call your distant aunts, uncles and cousins–THEN GET BACK TO ME!

 

Just kidding, but seriously…I need a job.

Hugs and no kisses because I don’t know who most of you are,

Ditk

My Goals For Winter Break

See the following movies:

1. The Descendants
2. J. Edgar
3. The Girl with The Dragon Tattoo
4. Young Adult
5. and maybe New Years Eve, if I can find the time

NETWORK NETWORK NETWORK

• My overall goal for this academic year is to graduate with a job, so over break I plan to get in touch with as many of my past internship employers to seek out career opportunities, and make connections with other various people in the entertainment industry. In other words, hire me!

WRITE

• This semester has been so incredibly hectic. I haven’t had even a few moments to sit down with a clear mind and just write. All of my works in progress still remain in progress. I hope to sit myself down at a Barnes and Noble somewhere and bang out a first draft of one of my pilots, or finish one of my spec scripts. Dare I start a feature? Blurg. I need to get inspired!

Have Fun

• Don’t get me wrong, I’ve had fun this semester, but I just need to lay back and have a good time while I’m home. I don’t want to think about school or any of the responsibilities that will come with it once I return in January.

Be funnier

• I’m taking an improv class at the end of break–I hope it makes me less awkward and more tolerable. My ultimate goal is to no longer hear crickets after delivering the punchline.

See Friends

• I have plenty of friends, I think, but that doesn’t mean they’ll be here forever if I just forget about them. Over break I hope to strengthen the friendships I’ve had since middle school and continue the ones I currently have from college. I don’t just want to be one of those “what happened to her” girls soon after I graduate. Friends are the foundation to happiness–amongst other things and feelings–and they make for great subjects to observe and go people watching with–I need to get my material from somewhere! But, I’m currently lucky to have a crazy family that gives me more than enough material, but hey, the more the merrier.

No Title Is Perfect Enough

     Tonight, was the dinner of all dinners. What was supposed to be just another family get-together in the city, turned out to be something entirely more that can only be described with my favorite “I don’t have anything else to say” saying– OY VEY. My grandmother ( my mom’s mom) decided to take me, my 2 aunts, and 2 cousins out to dinner in Union Square. My cousin’s friend from out-of-town joined us as well, because she was staying with my cousin, and “she couldn’t quite just leave her on the doorstep waiting”, as my grandmother so perfectly stated. When we arrived at the restaurant, my mother, grandma (whom we refer to as “g-baby”) and aunts decided to split a bottle of wine–the first sign the night would be interesting. We all ordered food, and went through about 5 baskets of bread. Typical. Then we started taking pictures, which made us look like the biggest tourists ever, except we all live near the city, and this was not a touristy spot. We took some fun pictures, some serious pictures, and just some plain pictures, and then got back into conversations with everyone. Every topic was covered at this dinner…seriously. Everything from underage drinking, to abortion, I kid you not. I felt so bad for our waiter, who was clearing the table right around the time the word “abortion” came out of my mouth, so I had to tell him we were all Democrats…I don’t know if that’s true or not, but everyone laughed–2 points for me. Then my mom had to get a bag that she had checked before we sat down, because there was a gift in there for my cousin. She needed a dollar to tip the lady at the check counter, so I pulled out a single from my pocket, which happened to be finely rolled. Don’t ask, I don’t do drugs, never have, never will, but sometimes when I get bored, I result to odd things, such as rolling my money up. My mom questioned me for about 10 minutes until I swore on all my dead relative’s graves that I don’t do drugs, not to mention I would NEVER to cocaine…everrrrrr. So after that conversation died, the safe-sex conversation sparked, which even made me need a cocktail–and I don’t drink. So I ordered a “Sicilian Wallbanger”, which as a bartender I knew had Galliano in it, but it sounded delicious, so I was like ok whatever. I ordered it, and it was fantastic…not to mention the color of it looked so beautiful, I didn’t want to drink it! But then the conversation shifted back to abortion and immediately I realized why I had ordered the drink in the first place. Then my cousin and her friend had some wine, and ordered glasses of sangria. My 15 year old cousin kept saying how good she was being that she hadn’t had a single sip of alcohol the entire night, and was the only one that way at the table. Her mother told her she was too young anyway, but she the pointed out that so were me and our other cousin. I then explained that we weren’t sitting there getting shit faced, so it was ok to casually have one drink at dinner with family. (I didn’t say this, but I should have). What I really did say though was that “you are 15, I am 19, the gap between 21 and me is far less than the gap between 21 and you” I am such a role model, I love it. Shortly after, the waiter brought out the dessert menus, which was perfect timing considering my grandmother claimed she had enough to drink to say what she wanted to say, and told us all we need to lose weight because of the “heart problems” that run in our family. She then put a bag of halloween-sized chocolate candy bars on the table–contradiction? Don’t ask. We all ordered dessert anyways, and I demanded a candle in mine because my birthday was 10 days ago, and I never got a cake. My mom then told me to look at a boy sitting at a table behind us, but not to make it look obvious. She wanted to know if the bandage on his nose meant he had a nose job–why the hell did she care? So I looked, and there was a band aid over his nose, but I couldn’t tell if it was a nose cast or not. So I just said I don’t know, and left it alone. My mom is so nosey, sheesh. 

     I can’t even go into great detail about the dinner, because it would just be way too long of a post, and I’d be frustrated trying to remember every last detail and moment of the evening that I’d never even be able to finish the post. So, basically, all you need to know is that people were staring at us, and we gave our waiter the extra candy. It was a great night with great food, great people, and great, awkward, yet hilarious dinner conversations. 

P.S My aunt is really set on the fact that I should be a stand-up comedian…so I told her if it happens I’d have a Sunday afternoon show so her husband could make it after Shabbat ended–I’m just the best, I know.

Personally, I think I’d be terrible, because people have told me I’m not funny, but I’m funnier on paper, and that I have a face for radio…great. I don’t know, sometimes I wonder if I’d be good at stand-up, or if I should just stick to writing. Hmm, what do you think? I sure as hell don’t know. Oh well, until next time.

you know you love me

xoxo

A Ditk