Today I managed one step closer to being done on the new terlit seat. Another round or two of clearcoating and it's done. Woohoo! I also managed to work with the flyer departme--I mean, art department of the derby league to get some loose ends tied up for some stuff that needed doing...mainly the league holiday card. Yeah, baby! Then the husband and I managed to get out of the house and do a little shopping before the stores got too crazy. Coolio!
On the way home we stopped at a local bar/pub for something to eat. We go in, sit down, and I notice almost immediately that at the next table is someone I kinda/sorta know from the animation industry. It's one of those things where I've seen this guy around for years, but we've never worked together. I even interviewed for a story position on a show that he was directing, but didn't get the job. He'd passed over me for work before that, too. I think it's because I'm not cool enough.
I hate it when that happens.
Or my unhireability(is that even a real word?) with some people probably lies in the fact that I look like this:
Yes, I even carry a sign with me at all times saying that I'm the Dog-Faced Girl. No, really! I know that I annoy my animation friends when they try to help me out with the job stuff. They'll say, "You should give so-and-so a call, I hear they're hiring." and I'll say, "I can't...they hate me."
"How do you know they hate you? What'd you do?"
"Nothing. I just know they hate me. Everyone hates me."
"I don't hate you and I'd hire you if I could."
"Yeah, but you don't scare easily. I have a big mouth and people don't like that."
"Ah. Good point."
Anyway, this guy...we'll call him "Tim" because that's his name...notices that I'm there. He doesn't smile or nod or anything. Neither do I. It's a weird kind of standoff. He's with a couple other guys talking about gawd knows what but at one point I do decipher them discussing Bloom County. The husband asks me if I'm going to go up to Tim and say something, anything, just to poke fun at the situation. Yeah, I should!
So I wait for the right moment to do so. And wait. And wait. And wait.
Then I finally have to admit to myself that I'm chickening out. I should've just called over, "Hey Tim! You still at Disney or what?" just to see if he'd freak, be cool, or ignore me. But I didn't. Shaaaaaaaame on me. So we left much as we came in...ignoring everyone in the place. Dammit.
Bok-bok-bok! I'm a chicken! That roller derby stuff hasn't totally erased my spineless wonderment. Hopefully I'll do better at the Animation Guild Hollerday Party in two weeks.
This week I finally dug out an old terlit seat I painted. Here's the lid:
A little too repulsively cute, isn't it?