The unemployed assistant director
My husband is an assistant director.
It’s been fifty weeks since he got his promotion call. He’s worked pretty steadily since, a lucky thing in Hollywood.
Right now he’s between jobs. This isn’t surprising; summer shows number fewer than fall ones. You’ll likely have noticed this if you watch any TV at all. I personally notice the absence of Castle, Brooklyn Nine-nine and Blackish as I count down the days until new Key & Peele lands on Hulu.
I noticed these dry spells even before I watched much TV. I worked as an extra through law school; as the end of each school year neared, calls for extras got sparse. The calls I did hear around summertime were for movies instead of television.
This shocking TV-is-seasonal revelation hasn’t yet filtered its way to the Unemployment folks of my good state. They’ve informed my husband that “with your job title, you should be able to get a new job immediately.” (Subtext: If you don’t find a job immediately, it’s because you’re not looking!)
This confident wrongness would be hilarious if it weren’t so mind-boggling.
Actually, it’s still hilarious. That’s government, folks:
It knows your business better than you know your business!