I was a theatre major in a strange land, a temp. Shuffled into whatever job that opened up. I worked a home improvement expo, a daycare, bartended and auditioned. It was another temp position; it was supposed to last a month… Finance Assistant. Ok, I can do this.
The first day I walked in, the woman I was replacing told me everyone at the office was a liar. Everyone would sell me out. I smiled and nodded and told myself that it was a part of the plan.
Cut to…
THE PLAN: Move to Chicago, Be Charming, Get cast in every show, and then: Hollywood, movies, money, moderate fame, and of course, fulfillment.
Stick to the plan: that was how it started. I had no financial background. A theatre major with an (almost) psych minor. I had made budgets for shows, figured out how to live on cigarettes and fruit smoothies; in fact I frequently overdrew my checking account much to the chagrin of my extremely frugal parents. But now I was going to help out on a multi-million dollar poject
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