I went in for a second interview at a production company in West Hollywood, for an internship. This company is owned and run by the co-producers of the SCOOBY-DOO movie and THE HAUNTING IN CONNECTICUT. I was surprised to hear from them, because they first interviewed me five weeks ago, and shortly thereafter informed me that the position had been filled by somebody else. I guess that certain somebody didn’t work out for them.

I went in and sat down with Andy, co-founder of the company. I noticed he had an old version of my resume, the one I had submitted to them five weeks ago.

“That’s an old version. A lot has happened in the last five weeks,” I pointed out.

“What, did you win the lottery?” Andy said. I laughed. I told him I got hired at a production company at Sony Pictures, worked at LA Shorts Fest, and got accepted into UCLA’s Master Class in Film Writing program. He was impressed.

“What’s your schedule like? Can you give me one day a week?” He asked.

“I can give you two,” I shot back. He became even more impressed, and hired me on the spot.

I’ll be reading and covering (reviewing) scripts for them. In due time I’ll have them look at my own scripts.

I got a call from UCLA today. A few weeks ago I had applied to get into their “Master Class in Feature Film Writing” program, which is taught by screenwriter and long-time UCLA instructor Tom Lazarus. I wanted to get into this class not to learn screenwriting, but because, upon its completion, one is referred to an agent for possible representation. Of course, getting into this class isn’t easy. They only accept eight students every year, and these students are selected based on the writing sample they submit with their application. And the writing sample must be a completed script, no less.

Anyway, I received the phone call at around four o’ clock. The caller ID read “UCLA”. I picked up, and was duly informed that... I’ve been selected to take part in the class.

I’m a self-taught screenwriter and filmmaker, and I find it deliciously ironic that although I never went to college, I’ve been chosen to attend a “Master Class” at the world’s biggest and most prestigious film school.

Today in the office at Sony my boss and I had a meeting with a director. A guy fresh out of college. Once the director arrived, my boss sent me to get food for everyone. The director requested turkey on wheat, lettuce and swiss cheese, no mayo or mustard. No problem.

I came back with the food. Mr. Director leafs through his sandwich and puts it down. Uh-oh, did the cafeteria guy fuck up? My boss asks Mr. Director if anything is wrong. There is. There's mustard in his sandwich. My boss gives me a look.

"I specifically told the guy to make a dry sandwich," I tell him.

Mr. Director takes a few bites and leaves the rest on the table. He talks about a couple of projects and the meeting concludes.

I'm thinking to myself, if this guy can't handle a little bit of mustard on his sandwich, how is he going to handle the hardships of directing a feature film?

If we all had to go back into the wild and fend for ourselves, or if there were ever a shortage of food, fussy eaters would die first, because it seems they’d rather go hungry than eat what's at hand.

I got a call from the production company at Sony Pictures. They want me to start Thursday. I’ll be going in three days a week. There’s no money involved but this opportunity is priceless -- Sony Pictures is full of heavy hitting industry people. People I plan on getting to know.

So I got my foot in the door. Now I need to figure out how to pay rent.