Kudos to you, dude, I said to the cubicle wall. Now, here’s a guy, who spends his day unplugging toilets and changing light bulbs, and he cares enough about the Canadian English language to have a Canadian Oxford Dictionary on his desk.
Dear Ms. Vanderbilt,
When an interview request via Lewis Frumkes was unsuccessful in April 2008, I was disappointed at the missed opportunity—not just for the members of a local writers’ newsletter who anticipated reading the published interview, but also (more selfishly) for the chance to pass along the enclosed poem.
At the time of the interview request, [...]
Working for a talent agency can be a strange and wonderful thing. Actors are funny, goofy, entertaining, and at times insecure, neurotic and almost always, warm human beings. Agents are not.
A love letter of sorts to a dream job turned down.
Without email or Internet access, I had some time to kill. I leaned back in my chair, stared at my office wall, and began to speculate about the consequential effects Mercury Retrograde was having on the Akashic Records.