Or am I the only cat in this town that goes to work every day for 4 months and is still waiting for his first paycheck.
It would seem on the surface that I have it all, fancy office with a beautiful view, nice car, cushy job title and a business card that barks "take me seriously!"
Only thing I need now is the paycheck.
My life at this point reminds me of a Jacky Mason joke.
I'm a producer, but all I seem to be producing is business cards.
I think I'll give myself a new job title this week: Production Co-Ordinator: Los Angeles Unit.
I like the sound of it.
$978 left in the bank and the prospect of Christmas alone on the forefront.
Living the dream, Living the dream.
