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My job is to keep my wife, 2 sons, maltese, rabbit and guinea pig happy, the rodent being the easiest, as lettuce=joy.
Otherwise, I'm paying some dues working at a local high school while I try to re-career into teaching (got my certifications, but jobs are still hard to come by)
Failure is only the opportunity to begin again more intelligently - Dove Chocolate Wrapper
My life is currently stuck in the mud... I went from 10 years of self-employment back to working for the man at barely survivable wages. I only started writing a year or so ago (wish I had started sooner) and I currently work full time in the Copy, Print, and Design center of an Office Depot.
maltese, rabbit and guinea pig sound like three kids, not two. Wait, no, I'm sorry. It's just sometimes my kids were animals and I had a trandferance moment there. LOL.
Man do I feel your pain on the job end. My wife is so over qualified and still has had wall after wall thrown up.
This just seems to become closer to my heart as this thread evolves. I owned my own company for 6 years. It tanked thanks to some fuckers on 911. I was in the home theater business.
Did a stint wint with OD and moved on to get some sort of order back in my life.
Keep the faith man. Write, and never lose faith in the fact that a day job is just that, but writing is something else. A passion, a dream and a means to always have something to look forward to.
No, my missus bought the house and I came with it! Good to hear from you again, Snipe. A belated happy birthday for the other day! Not long till the World Cup now!!
RV you old gold digger!! But seriously (sorry to call you seriously) I'm intrigued about these naffing big 'oles you dig...
I married a house once. The sex was rather painful. The conversation was somewhat stilted. Still, it was easier than living with a woman.
Now. Holes. I like holes.
I dig them. Sometimes metaphorically. Actually, often metadoodah.
Sometimes physically. I've been digging holes for various reasons since I was sweet sixteen. As Billy once sang. Good tune that.
Pays well too. Tho it pays crap at the moment. Still, that's not a problem. There's more to life than cash. Unless it's Johnny, God rest his immortal soul.
I write scripts in me head while I do it. As I do it mainly on automatic. It's handy holding a shovel in one's hand all day. If some eejit talks shite to ya you can always give the fecker a tap on the head with it. That usually changes the tone of the conversation.
I hasten to add I save that particular for very special occasions. And very special eejits.