Improv Brain Surgery

Hey Gellatos,

Tonight is the time to brood alone in my den and reflect upon the state of things. I have been to often a fair-weather blogger. Or foul as the case may be. And is. I have inacted a deplorable injustice upon all (three) of my blog readers by squeezing out meagre squirts of thought between data entry sessions from the Hive.

Well tonight it's just us baby... And by us I mean them.

Re: Workre - I gave my 2 weeks notice to my employer the other day. If you strung together all the words that the man and I have exchanged throughout my 3 month tenure at the Hive you would probably have enough text to write one 3 frame Dilbert comic. Our knowledge of each other is all surface. He could be an android for all I know. The point is that my resignation scene was one of textbook politeness and surgical sterility.
"Mr. Boss, this month will be my last at Hive Securities."
"Well, we appreciate your work here."
"Well, I appreciate the employment."
finis.

Now, I'm no glutton for confrontation or weepy sentiment, but it would've made me feel a little more special to have to explain myself. Granted, maybe the Boss has been through enough temps to know exactly the reason why we all must leave - you can only work in toxic conditions for a certain amount of time before you must choose to either mutate or escape. What follows is my fantasy version of my "giving my 2-week's notice" moment.

"Mr. Boss, this month will be my last at Hive Securities."
"What?! No!"
"Yes, I'm sorry. I know that I've been a valuable asset to the company - surprising really considering how young I am and how little experience in the field I had prior to starting here."
"Yes, you really have a gift in our field. Why, given a few more years I could see you sitting right there [Boss gestures to his opulent leather chair]."
"Your chair, sir?"
"Yes my boy. How it would have revitalised this company to have a man of your talent at the helm, but alas, that was just a dream."
"Yes sir, a beautiful dream."
"And now without your guiding light we must all sail off into the dismall abyss of ruin."
"Yes sir. But as the company digs its own grave in the cold, unforgiving earth, remember me and the warmth of my memory will ease your passage into the hereafter."
Markre levitates from behind his desk, adorned in garlands, accompanied by a choir of angels. In a blinding flash of light - he is gone. All remaining employees bow their heads.

finis.


Okay, so life can't always be about me. But at work it seems that it is constantly about anything but me. I understand that I'm not a big-wig in the field that I'm temping in, but I'm a pretty interesting dude in my own right. I am funny and smart and like weird things. It surprises and disappoints me that the people in my office have never really given a damn about me. I wish that they'd miss me when I go, but I honestly don't think that they'll care. Which is a sign that I need to leave that environment. Everyone should have the comfort of knowing that they're welcome in their workplace.

OTHER THINGS:

I auditioned for Second City's Conservatory program again a few weeks ago. I am still waiting with bated-breath for a letter of acceptance or rejection from the powers that be. If you're curious as to how I will deal with rejection from the Conservatory, please refer to my blog entries from August.

Regardless of the outcome of my audition, I am still able to do improv in Chicago in the form of being cast in the house team at the Improv Kitchen. I did my first show with IK last saturday and was pleasantly surprised to find out that even in a new format (their improv is performed to a video camera and shown to the audience via closed-circuit TV) I can still hold my own. My anxieties crept up on me menacingly throughout the day before that evening's performance, but after the first few minutes of performing in the show, I felt comfortable again. Helped in no small part by my supportive Destructicon, who came to see the show and got to hang out in the studio for the second show that we did that night.

I head home to Da Burgh tomorrow for a little Turducken Day vacation. On my visit I hope to reconoiter with my friend Kian and spend a little peaceful time in the suburbs with my often agitative brood of genetic-similars. Disregardless of any plans that I may have, it will be a welcome change of scenery from the foul and vermin-infested confines of the City.

City's shitty y'alls.

ZOMBII!!!!!!!!!