work love dance

in my car i am enjoying 'fear of music' by the talking heads and still debating whether i should just spend the $4+s/h to buy a new 'clean' copy of 'palookaville' or keep waiting to see if the dude e-mails me back.

reading emily's blog, i learned that her husband has been requested to collect a quart jar full of teeth as part of his admission to dental school.
i can't begin to ponder the who, what, when, why, and how's of all that that connotes....

what do i want to be when i grow up? well, a seminary teacher or anything.
teaching seminary is my dream, but if that doesn't work out, i think i can enjoy most anything that will allow me to support a family and spend time with said family.
and while i have passed the first seminary teacher training class and am looking to enroll in the second this fall, i am also pursuing goal number two, and interviewed for another job today [the glorified furniture salesman doesn't really draw me all that much].

i wore my pink bowtie to a wonderfully non-descript office building for a company called NACT. never heard of them? they make software and hardware for telephone switchers. almost as exciting as a paper company, isn't it?
they are looking for a technical writer, and while they asked for a major in english or communications, i know that i can write as well as the next guy and better than most, and so sent them a few samples yesterday at their request [if you want to hire me, i only apply to jobs that require a bachelor's degree]. to my credit, i would like to say that as i was proof-reading my commentary on the communist manifesto before i sent it off, i was quite impressed myself. i used to be good.

walking through a brief tour of the first floor and all the computer rooms, i was reminded of my dad's office at american crystal sugar where he worked for so many years when i was wee.
am i turning into my father?
in some oedipean twist of life, have i become that which i swore against in my high school thespian romaticism, that i would never have a boring 8-5 job like my dad?

such thoughts faded as i toured the second floor and met with the friendly lady who was the vp of something.
it really seems like a cool company [although it would be cooler if they made fireworks or laser guns]. small enough that it feels like a family, everyone seems to know everyone and, while everyone has a title and a job, they will often pull you to do something else if you are the best person for the job.

this sounds like the kind of thing i am looking for, in the sense that it's 180 degrees from what i'm doing right now [what i'm really looking for is the 8-hour day as a director of photography with benefits, so keep an eye out]--it's a job in an office with cubicles, with benefits and salary, and usually 8-5 days.
why is this appealing? because it means i can make friends at work and still be working with them in two months; because i can put in a good day of work and come home when a) i still have energy and b) normal people are still awake; because i won't have to find my own health insurance; because i will belong to someone [interesting, but i think that really means something, which may be why i treasure my cosmic pictures hoodie so much--it gives me a feeling that i have a home].

i'm their first interview, and they will be conducting more searches throughout the next week and half, but i liked them and i think they liked me [the vp lady told me the first guy must have liked me or i wouldn't have made it to her--that made me feel cool].
so about the time i leave for japan, i should know something.

i'm nervous about such a big change, but i get nervous about moving apartments, too.

i heard laughter coming from the cubicles during the interviews.
i liked that.

of course, while i was shooting american fork's little league tonight, i got a call from the Church's studio to work on their new old testament movies, may 22-june 16.
some days, you just can't win.

driving home today, i saw a bumper sticker on the car in front of me that said:

work like you don't need the money, love like you've never been hurt, dance like no one's watching.

i really liked that.