My Recognized-by-the-State-of-California-Domestic-Partner Adam won the lotto today.
Sitcom work has been steadily shrinking. Reality Shows (Is American Idol reality?) and crime (like CSI:Albany) have been taking over like that great fungus in New Hampshire.
Sadly, many comedy writers are rendered obsolete in this television climate.
There were almost no jobs available this staffing season and it all looked so grim. Adam volunteered his services on a television pilot, Big Bang Theory, with a former boss of his, Chuck Lorre (Creator of Grace Under Fire, Cybill, Dharma & Greg and Two and a Half Men)---and Chuck was duly impressed and offered Adam a job on Big Bang Theory. Announcements were not yet made when we received the news that Big Bang Theory had been picked up. Adam scored a great gig. We celebrated for five hours. Then, it was announced that it wasn’t picked up. Very Al Gore, 2000. We sulked.
But then Adam’s genius agent came up with the idea: If Chuck liked Adam so much, why not give him a job on Two and a Half Men? He pursued it. Warner Brothers loved Adam’s spec script. Chuck was in Australia but gave the go ahead. And today, the official phone call came in.
Adam got the only job in the only slot open on the only hit comedy show on television.
When my old friend, Sarah, nervously asked today, “Did he get a job?” And I told her, “He sure did.” She responded, “Oh, that is so great. I’m happy for him. But call me selfish, I was so worried that you would have to go back to work.”
Aren’t old friends sweet?
Hollywood is hell. Unless you’re having a good run. Of course, the run could stop at any time but by then you just have to hope that you will have purchased enough property so you can open a cannery to generate income when that time comes. I’m thinking Eureka. Humboldt County is still affordable.