back in the high life again

atlantic city, y'all.
that's where i am now.

rode in with style from philly ariport, in this limo. these things should be luxurious, but all i can think at every turning point is "man, i've got THEM duped. who AM i?"

this thought is nearly constant.

speaking of luxury, tonight i went out to dinner after a long day of workshops with the VP of Customer Care for all of Harrah's, National. he's a great dude, nice guy jones. another woman who joined us is a rep for the Horseshoe in Hammond, IN, and man, she's a talker. not just a talker, which is fine, but a talker like - hey, i'm alienating you and talking about how boring my job is for hours - that kind.

during this lavish dinner at Morton's Steakhouse, we ate and gabbed, and then that woman yammered on and on about training and service and blahblahblah *hic*.

...*hic*.
that's me getting drunk while i zzzzzzzzzzz-ed to her talking.

337 dollars later, here i am. not my 337 dollars, just someone's.

while dollars swirl down the pipes and words are spun into oblivion, i sit in places like morton's and try to be kind and invest somehow. tonight, though, i could feel the shiraz kicking in about halfway through dinner, and since i've been doing a lot of this, it just struck me as hilarious. uh-oh, i thought - you're going to say something dumb. then i thought: you know what, i probably won't. i'm just going to sit here and nod, then interject - something that's just enough. you know enough jargon and corporate-ease to get you by, girl! moreover, these people trust you - you've done a magic trick -remember all those guards you got people to put down earlier in those improv workshops? they laughed! they loved it! td, you are charming as fuck.

i actually thought this for around 10 seconds. that's how drunk i was. let the record show (insert heathcliff huxtable voiceover: oh lord, the record's showing!), i don't think this way (at least 85% of the time). gheeef! time to get meeee outta here! i'm so thankful for the work - not only for me, but for the theatre. it rules. aaaand, i believe in the work of making all jobs better, truly... so doing that through improv - or any artform - rules too.

however, as a side-note, if i ever begin talking this corporate shit for real, punch me in the face.

...screw that; i'm coming home with a tattoo of a Successory.