And then the phone rings.

It is a touring company (mice on ice) asking me to interview with them. I sent them my resume about 4 months ago and heard nothing until today. The job is full time, benefits, and 100 percent travel. Around the world. The only thing out of life I want. To work…and travel.

But I just established myself! I have some huge clients and some good paychecks. I would have to give up my New York life and settle as a nomad. But really, I am a nomad at heart. The decision to leave TV isn’t really THAT hard…but I am nervous.

But then again, I haven’t gotten the job yet. We will see what comes of it.

 Oh, and I haven’t been in touch lately because I work so many hours this month and next. My schedule will calm soon enough.

Later peeps.

Yep, I am officially working Christmas Eve, Christmas Day, and New Year’s Eve. Before you say ‘boo hiss’ consider this: Time and a half, baby. I will make enough during those three days to pay half of my bills for the entire month. So, I will hop on JTV Christmas morning and hang out with the fam…virtually.

 Grey’s AnatomyI officially have a new favorite character on Grey’s: Dr. Alex Karev. Isn’t he dreamy?! That show started off as a dud this year, but is picking up. Other shows I am enjoying still include Kid Nation, Survivor and The Amazing Race. 

I am working a lot of hours this week. The highlight of the week will be a boxing gig. The lowlight will be a gig at Hofstra with no data feed. Trust me, you don’t want me to go on a tirade about that right now.

 So, until next time, don’t forget to turn off the tea kettle!

The prognosis? I am codependent. I don’t know where my boundaries lie. My therapist (I will call her Zelda) recommended a little book to me called, “Codependent No More, How to Stop Controlling Others and Start Caring For Yourself,” By Melody Beattie.

My jaw dropped when I read the following passages from this book:

 A codependent person is one who has let another person’s behavior affect him or her, and who is obsessed with controlling that person’s behavior. But, the heart of the definition and recovery lies not in the other person-no matter how much we believe it does. It lies in ourselves, in the ways we have let other people’s behavior affect us and  in the ways we try to affect them: the obsessing, the controlling, the obsessive ‘helping’, caretaking, low self-worth bordering on self-hatred, self repression, abundance of anger and guilt, peculiar dependency on peculiar people, attraction to and tolerance for the bizarre, other-centeredness that results in abandonment of self, communication problems, intimacy problems, an ongoing whirlwind trip through the five-stage grief process.  Codependents have worried themselves sick about other people. They have tried to help in ways that didn’t help. They have said yes when they meant no. They have tried to make other people see things their way. They have bent over backward to avoid hurting peoples feeling and, in doing so, have hurt themselves.  

Man, that is so me and my way of dealing with life. I will keep reading and let you know what happens next. My next appointment with Zelda isn’t for another three weeks, so hopefully I don’t crack like an egg until then.

Speaking of boundaries, tonight I had a wonderful evening celebrating a friend’s birthday. Of which, at one point, I pulled down my pants in an empty theater and…(sick minds people!) showed him a weird bump I have on my leg. That weird resistant strain of staph infection is going around.  If that doesn’t shatter some kind of boundary, I don’t know what would qualify.

Who knows what that means.

Anyway, we ate at a great desert restaurant called Max Brenner Chocolate  By the Bald Man. We lit marshmallow torches and slathered ourselves in Chocolate. All in all, a good time. Then, we saw some sort of wonderful movie called “Music Within.” I recommend it. It was wonderful. And then I tried to control everything and take care of people.

Until next time, Spooky Out!

I am still here, alive and well. I took a few days off JTV because…well…er…I just felt I needed a bit of a break.

I am starting a new gig on Wednesday, and am really looking forward to it. However, I have come down with some sort of cold, so am unable to do much at the moment.

Last night, I worked a spur-of-the-moment Rangers v. Devils game. It was pretty fun. For those of you who don’t know what I am talking about, I will give you a hint. Ice. Skates. Pucks. Goals.

 Halloween was sort of a bust. I got drunk with crazy-bass (Like bass guitar) prop guy on Tuesday, and did little to nothing on Wednesday. It is fun getting drunk with crazy-bass because we swap stories about the trite little details of entertainment. The little things you take for granted when watching a film or show, we might have spent up to 3 weeks of our time on.  And ah, reminiscing about the long days working as a P.A. (production assistant) always inspire more and more drinking.

I can clearly recall working for a woman who required me to cut her meat for her. Some of you may have heard stories about ‘behind the scenes’ that you thought might be exaggerated. I assure you, they are not.

 As far as JTV is concerned, I guess I am just a little overwhelmed. I had grown accustomed to the ‘regular’ chatters and casters. It seems like every day there is someone new to check out. I just don’t have the time or energy to check everyone out. And then, when I do find someone cool, I have no way of remembering who they are unless I randomly write it down on a scrap of paper. Who knows where that might end up (you have seen my room).

I guess I used to feel like I knew everyone who was online. I felt like it was a little community and that the other casters and chatters were my neighbors. If someone new started casting, we all knew about it and I tried to make it a point to drop by and say hello.

You all know I am from a ridiculously small town in northern Indiana.

I enjoy that type of environment. Living in the massive swells of NYC, I miss it. JTV was like ‘life in a northern town’ for me. Now, instead of being two stop-light town named justinbergville, it has turned into a densely popluated jaytropolis.

If I want to be a member of a city, I will walk outside into the masses. I wanted to be part of a community. It will just take me time to adjust. I promise. Until then, enjoy my blog!

I love you all and appreciate your friendship.

All the best,

Spooky