I’ve been pestering Radical Axis, an Atlanta based animation studio, for what has to have been 9 months to a year now. They love SCAD, they’re friends with a buddy of mine from William St, and I went drinking with the lead editor way back when this all started. I called once every two weeks for quite awhile, but never got much beyond a “maybe” and “try again in two weeks”. I never got rejected, but they didn’t hire me either. After what seemed like a really good possibility in June, they told me they probably wouldn’t be hiring again for the rest of the year. After that and then Dana thing, I finally gave up and moved forward with the LA plan.
This Thursday I get an email before I went to work as a bike taxi. “We want you. Can you start tomorrow?” My initial reaction after reading that message was a little moody.
After calling my parents and half of my friends to tell them how I felt, I rapidly started to change my mind. Pretty much everyone told me to take it before I even finished my story.
So I gladly took it. I packed up, and left the next morning with no plan on where the fuck I was staying in ATL. I got about two hours of sleep, drove for 5 hours, took a shit in a gas station quick stop that seemed to sell nothing but dead animal heads and jerky (which is delicious), and arrived at work just in time.
My first day was a short training session on a lot of what I will be doing here, and I watched early roughs of the cartoon for most of the day. I’m working on this new Comedy Central show Freakshow. Everyone was really great to me, and the work looks like something I can definitely handle and get into. I’m starting to hope I can make this last longer than this 2 month project. That’s the other thing. I was hired on for 2 months with the possibility of more work if I’m good and if there’s something available later.
So now I’m trying to find a cheaper place to live than an extended stay hotel. Getting around Atlanta is giving me a headache. I’m starting to think General Sherman had a pretty good idea about this place.
I’m wondering why hotels think I need to see myself pee or poo. The last few hotels I’ve stayed at have had a mirror set up so I had to watch myself urinate or take a dump.
There was also a screwup on my part or someone else at Radical. I thought they got me a place to stay until Monday. Turns out it was until this morning. Fun fun fun. I just spent the last couple hours trying to find a WiFi hotspot so I could book a new hotel.
Oh, and last night my brother got hit by a truck that then pulled a hit-and-run. My brother physically got hit to clarify. His car got nailed pretty bad, too. Matt is apparently just a little scratched and bruised up, but WTFSRLYOMG.
There’s a lady to my left wearing a shirt with cat buttholes on it. (_x_)
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