Ode to my Day Job

Please kill me now
Sombody please kill me now
Please don't make me go back to that place
I'd much rather get shot in the face
Please kill me now

Please make it end
Somebody please make it all end
Going there every day fills me with dread
I much prefer a blunt force to the head
Please somebody make it end

End of Week Ten

Sorry… no photos this week. It’s been pretty nuts and I’ve been paying a lot of attention to the Katrina aftermath in New Orleans. A few people in my husband’s family have not yet been accounted for.

On the home front, I’ve been crazed with voiceover jobs over the past couple of weeks. I’ve had three recording sessions just this week, and there are several more in the works. I need to brush up on some of my cartoon-ey sounds, like crying baby and cartoon sneezes.

Silly.

But I have to say, it sure beats being at the office. Pays better, too. And it’s fun, which would make it worthwhile even if the money wasn’t there.

I’ve gotten to the point where I feel I really need to get a voiceover agent. Another VO professional friend has reinforced this opinion, and she even thinks that I’m ready to submit to the BIG agencies, even William Morris! She said that since I’ve been working so steadily without an agent, that I’m ready to make a real go at it, and might even get to the point where I can quit the day job.

Oh, from her mouth to God’s ears.

In the meantime, I’ll keep practicing. You never know when someone will want the sound of an anemic sheep.

End of Week Eight

I’ve hit a wall.

My progress seems to have halted. No big changes this week, and no measurable weight loss. I’ve been regularly adjusting and altering my workouts so my body doesn’t get bored, and I’ve done a little bit of tweaking on the cardio routines and weight routines. For a while I was afraid I was overdoing the cardio. Maybe I should go back to what I was doing before because that was working better, I think.

Nothing new on the relocation project. I’ve been doing a lot of employment research through the Oregon and Washington State Film offices. My husband and I had a good discussion about locations, and after this week’s horrible hurricane tragedy in the Southeast, we’ve almost decided that the Atlantic is just a little bit too violent for comfort. We were checking out areas that don’t get hurricanes as often, but they do hit once in a blue moon, nonetheless. He told me that Washington, DC got hit by one when he was a little boy, and all he could remember was really bad rain and wind.

I will send money to the Red Cross and Habitat for Humanity to help. But I won’t move there.

So, in light of all the people who have lost everything, in some cases even their lives, I will end this entry here. There are things in this world far more important than my fitness progress.