Crawling My Way to the Top

Today marked a milestone in my stealthy (some might say even anonymous), careful (read: mind-numbingly slow), well-thought-out (or, perhaps, haphazard), catapult (okay, leisurely stroll) to the top (or thereabouts) of Tinseltown: I got a promotion. Only a few years in the making, I'm now a fully-functioning exec-level employee of my world-dominating movie studio, complete with a dee-luxe cubicle in the sky-eye-eye. Alright, I've already had the cubicle for a while, but now I've got the title and the raise to go with it.

The good news is it was very generous. The not-so-good news is it's about a grand less than I was making when I left New York. The other good news is I was starting from scratch when I got here and I'm back up to my old salary in less than half the time it took to make it the first time. The other not-so-good news… well, really there's not any other not-so-good news. It's a good deal, it's fair recognition, I enjoy the job. No, it's not where I'd like to be, but it's better than where I've been.

I'm still a drone, but now I'm a drone with the tiniest bit of caché. To paraphrase a woman I once knew, "That and $4.45 will get you a grande iced mocha light with malt and whipped cream". But now I can slightly more easily afford the grande iced mocha light.

Willkommen, Bienvenue, Welcome

Why I am here? It's simple: I didn't want to be the last one on my block without a blog. Fortunately, my block, although heavily urban-renewed, still has a crack dealer or two who, I'm guessing, probably aren't blogging just yet. Which means... I win! Yay!

This is the story of a young heart trapped in an abused body, sharing real estate with a diseased mind in a neighborhood best described as tortured soul-adjacent. In other words, a comedy of the kind only Hollywood could create (though usually only behind the scenes), so I figured I'd drag the whole dog and pony show to the place of it's spiritual birth. Et in Arcadia, ego. Only this Arcadia has starving schizophrenics mixing with mountebank millionaires, gyms equipped with outdoor smoking areas, and more scripts in development per square inch than any other place on Earth. Paradise of a different kind for a different kind.

If you care, here I am. If you don't care, good for you. Just don't expect me to care, then, because I haven't played that game since July, 2004. But that's another story. And there's a lot more where that came from.