Art Department, part do

so, it's finally here. the job that could be as fun as art department was, well, or close.

i was interviewed over a ping-pong table in what looked like someone's house by 9 people at once. i felt like i was on Inside the Actor's Studio. like i was a star and they all wanted to know what i had to say about art, writing, and life experience. funny thing, i have an endless endless spew of things to say on those three topics.

they sat across the ping-pong table from me, some standing, some sitting, so it was like double-row people, almost like they were watching a game, maybe a ping-pong game. the first question was, "So, why writing?" easy. so easy for me to talk with a start like that. and talk i did. i told them, "It started in fifth grade..." and we were on. they laughed. i laughed. it was a date.

turns out i passed the acid test and they want to hire me. the pay is astronomical, the hours, scant. this is troubling, but i'm going for it. i can't turn down such a cool, relaxed, super fucking awesome work vibe like i felt there. it's in a raw warehouse space in a part of town that used to just house trash and midnight shoot-outs. now, some artists have moved in. a nice bar was set up. a coffeehouse. before you know it, the place is starting to feel like home.

they hired me because i told good stories (and maybe a few well-written lines). obviously, i don't have real advertising experience, but they don't care. anyone who hires me because of good stories, is my friend. i asked them, "do you all own part of this company? it seems like you all really care about it a lot." the answer to that was, "oh no, we're orphaned artists. the owner lives in vancouver. we just run the ship." nice. they are the lost boys with an irish-lesbian tinkerbell.

have to say, this feels like a very positive turn of events. like a precipice, like an ice cream cone on a hot day when you're 9 years old, like a fresh bottle of pills, like a juicy steak right off the grill, like arriving at the airport on time, like being heard.