Horror nights interview
So, it looks like I am going to be a Horror nights grunt again.
I went down to the universal employment office yesterday after work, Alan in tow. The
interviews had started at 6, we arrived a little after 6:30. There was a line snaking it's
way out the door. So qued up and waited. We actually ended up being in the very last
group that got interviewed. Only a couple other people and a legless girl got in line
behind us. Well, she had one leg.
The process was as long and boring as I remembered. You shuffle in and they stick a
number on your chest. You get photographed. You fill out a little a little form and then
wait in one room. They then move you to another room to wait some more. Then some
homo who looked exactly like that dude from 'perfect strangers' ushers you into the
interview room with a long speech about how you are not supposed to touch the table.
You then show yourself off to the horror night's director and then they shuffle you out.
They then tell you whether or not you made the cut, and sent everyone home.
It took something around two and half hours. I had been through it before so I brought
my book. I swear I was the oldest person there. The vast majority were teens and college
students, some of them hopefully clutching their glamour photo's and portfolios. Many of
them were itchy twitchy teens that would not sit still. Constantly twitching, yelping and
reaching over to slap each other. I did my best to ignore them. While we were in line for
the interview one dude actually stripped down to his boxers and put on a pair of sweats,
some sort of ankle weights, and a different shirt. I guess he thought he was going to
perform some stunts. Nothing like that happened, we just said out names, read off the
number on our shirt, and then shuffled out.
I got a part. Thankfully it's in a house. They have a/c. So I do not have to be running
around in the streets. (Although the guys riding the pirate ship last year in the parade
looked like they had an easy gig.) I will have to be extra careful this year and try to avoid
being hit by drunks. I wonder if I can find some valium for the really bad nights.
Alan did not get a part. At least not right off. They will probably end up calling him later
on. However, he was just too average. He's not a little gnome man, and he's not a big fat
freak. Plus he was wearing his lawn care shirt with the American flag patch. I bet the
flaky American-hating director spied it out and snipped him because of it. Heh.
I got home around 10 pm. There was a little hole in the side of the yard with a city
caution sign and a blinky light. Today Alan said there was a big steamshovel out there.
(or whatever they are called.. I know it does not run on steam) and they are digging up
my yard to replace a sewer pipe. Maybe they will put in some free sod when they are
done.
Mmm.. free sod.
I started Neil Gaiman's 'Neverwhere' while I was waiting last night. It's pretty good so
far. He reminds me of a Clive Barker who does not take himself seriously. The book is
good and filled with rich characters, even if they show up only for a few moments. (I was
particularly amused by the powdered up bodyguard called 'The Fop With No Name') I
am sure it will keep me amused. No I have not read his comics and I do not plan on it.
(I just now noticed that 'neverwhere' was turned into a television series way back in 1996. Shows what I know. I never heard of it. I will have to go pick it up on dvd)
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