What comes up, must come down

For every good day I have (monday) I have to have a bad one to even out. I sort of got fired today from my production writing gig. I thought it would be relatively easy to write about cool gadgets, but I think I was sort of set up to fail at it. At least my potential boss was nice about it. I can't really take the blame for it, since they really didn't give me enough direction and I don't do very well being rushed. I probably could have done better if I had a chance to rewrite it, but unfortunately I didn't have time. Though it does make me want to rethink my life again and what I really want out of it. I can't really keep holding on to these stupid pipe dreams if it isn't what I really want to do.
At least I got to see some comedy that was funny at Rififi. Joel and I went, along with my roommate Andrea. The first half wasn't very funny, especially this lady who was doing a French impression and talked about why the "chicken crossed the road." The second half was much, much better. There was this guy who I saw on Best Week Ever who has an act. He has one of those old timey-time voices from those gangster movies from the forties. Kind of a Massachusetts precise accent. He talked about the DC sniper, wishing he was mentally retarded to get dates, and Southpaws.