Girl In A Fix

"Tough debate. Married or single. Single brings a sadness, but sadness has its own perfection. Marriage brings a misery of a rare kind, the kind that loves company...You look like a girl in a fix."

-- From The Zig Zag Woman by Steve Martin

From now on, or at least for awhile--I've decided to lead with a quote from a play or screenplay. This one held a particular kind of charm for me as I spent part of this afternoon at The Superior Court, in Burbank...

...Being yelled at by a Clerk of the Court for not bringing the right forms in when asking for a fee waiver. Nevermind that the LAST clerk of the court talked to, told me, I ONLY NEEDED THESE! And ultimately--I didn't need ANY of those forms--! Stopping. (Find a happy place, find a happy place....!)

Government+Marriage= Big Fat Disaster! Whose idea was that exactly!? Can we find them and shoot them and then burn the courthouse down? Soooooomeday my divorce will be final. Today is not that day. Again. Looks like it will be ANOTHER six months from now--provided my ex gets the paperwork turned in before 5:00 pm TODAY! There was a mix-up in the filing. Again.

Me and the Los Angeles court system are proving to be a wee bit at odds. Remember the arrest warrant for the ticket I PAID early--and then they LOST??? Yeah. That was a fun day. Turned out okay--it's just taking hours out of my life I'd rather not spend in such a way.

And---it gets better-- I have JURY DUTY scheduled in October.

And so. Walking out of the Burbank courthouse, with nothing completed; I find myself cured of the desire to have a boyfriend! Voila! In fact, a guy whistled at me when I was walking past him out of the courthouse. I had to talk myself OUT of the urge to punch him right in the face--an officer was smoking nearby and I thought it would be an unsubtle thing to do right in front of the courthouse and a police officer.

Internal Dialogue: Evie---bad idea. Don't go there...breathe.  Bum a ciggie off the police officer if you have to, but don't whack the whistler...you have to pick up Morgan at 5:00--not a good jail day.

So, I walked on. Thus, the past week has found me swallowing the urge to scream at all hours of the day and night. Overshare? Sorry. Well, hmm. The other thing I've been mentally tracking is this...

First month with new agent=no phone calls. No auditions. I took a week off after I signed to not put myself out there-myself-but now I'm putting myself out there again. It's good. I don't think I could NOT put myself out there, anyway. I get too antsy--and having an agent doesn't mean I have an excuse to do nothing.

Brainstorming some ideas on where to go next. Or--how to figure out where to go next...what to do...what to do... how to make the money to be able to do what I want to do next...

Misery doesn't want company--unless company wants to go to a shooting range and practice with a Glock. Takers?

--Eve White

Comments

[susan]

If it's any consolation - my friend was still "married" to her ex for five years after their separation. ! It became final this past winter, and just a couple weeks ago she married her new guy.

I can only imagine how frustrating the paperwork process is. I'd want to punch people, too. In fact - I'd like to right now, and I'm not even filing government paperwork ;)

[Evelyn White]

Susan--I love that you just tried to console me--but that's AWFUL! 5 YEEEEEARS? AAAAAAAAAA
Find a happy place! Find a happy place!

[susan]

Oh no! I see that may have come out wrong. I mean - you're not the only one who has encountered craziness trying to get the paperwork through. I doubt you will have THAT much trouble (like my friend). It was a "could be worse" thing... but, yikes, didn't mean to scare you!

Oopsie ;)