Boo Fucking Hoo

Alright, so things are happening in my life that are totally bumming me out (a phrase that I seem to be using more and more frequently.) In any case, I'm an asshole, because things are actually pretty good, and even the good things are bumming me out. Let me list the ways:

1) I auditioned for 2 plays this past week. I have an acting degree, but since I'm employed in a "real job" and not a professional actor anymore, I actually hadn't auditioned for a show of any kind for almost 2 years. It'd literally been since August of 2006. Well... my schedule changed (I'll get to that in a sec), so I now have the freedom to perform again. Great right? Yeah. So...I pick 2 shows to audition for...one in the Fall(Noises Off), and one in the Spring (Messiah on the Frigidaire). So I go on Tuesday for Noises Off, it goes well, and I think I've got a pretty good shot. I go on Wednesday for MOTF and again...things go well. I'm especially excited about that one, because there are a couple of people I've wanted to act with for a while, and I figure I'll get the chance.
I know it seems like I'm gonna say I'm bummed because I didn't get cast in these shows. You'd be incorrect if that was your guess. In fact, I got in BOTH shows. I was cast as Lloyd in Noises Off. The LEAD. And awesome as that is... I'm bummed. Why? Because I didn't get the part I wanted in the other show. Waaaa waaaaa. I'm such an asshole. There are people who audition for 20 shows a year with the hopes of getting in 1, and I am 2 for 2 and I find shit to bitch about.

2) Work's been crazy lately for a couple of reasons. Still, you should be aware that it's been crazy because of my promotion. Or... I'm sorry.... "Job Restructuring" to provide me more responsibility, and a different job title, and other things. Thta's good right? Welllll....I'm sure I can find some fault with it... The thing is...it's been kinda stressful. The schedule has changed, so I'm no longer on a 4 day work week. I no longer have 3 days off in a row. I have to drive to work one more day a week. Oh...and a dude I thought was my friend seems to be upset with me about it. I know... I'm upset because a dude who wasn't "restructured" and whose schedule has been changed to accommodate MY "restructuring" isn't busting with glee at the changes. I have it so fucking hard, huh?

Oh...and now I'm talking to a pretty cool lady (literally talking...not that code where "talking" means "sort of dating") who actually seems to enjoy talking to me, and instead of just enjoying the conversation and being my fun self, I am a huge downer because I'm stewing about this other shit that has nothing to do with her. Smooooth.

So I guess the moral of this blog, which may very well be deleted by tomorrow, is that I seem to be able to find negatives in what should be positive sitatuations. I'm in two plays that I wanted to be in. I'm being "positively restructured". I'm actually not hating my social life. Nope...not good enough. I should just shut the fuck up.