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?
4 comments:
I piss people off too, if it's any consolation. I nearly got in a fistfight tonight with three drunk boys. I've come to realize that when it comes to fight-or-flight responses, I have only the former - this is not a good thing.
It's hard to be an honest woman in a political industry. But you are enormously talented, and that'll pay off at some point.
I think everyone in our circle of friends is of that speak-before-you-think nature at least part of the time. I guess that's why we hang out with each other. Personally, I think you rock. And I think you're super-cool. And I think you're incredibly hot, and this "dog-faced" thing is kind of ridiculous.
Uh-huh, that's pretty much what I would want to say, y'know, when the right moment came along.
Ah, you kids crack me up!
Thanks.
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