springtime sunshine: a happy, in three parts.
PART ONE:
Like most people, I've been caught up lately in the chaos of procuring a summer internship. I had my heart set on one, but the woman is incredibly busy with the sudden constant influx of major motion picture filming in Boston, and I haven't gotten an email from her since January. At the career fair, I dropped my resume off at the Maura Tighe (casting director, does most if not all of the commercial work in Boston) table, not really giving much thought. They ended up calling me about a week or two later, and scheduled an interview. As it turned out, I loved Maura and her team, and I got the impression they felt the same way. Because this is peak student intern season, they were a bit over-saturated for interns, but Maura asked me to come in once a week over the summer, and dropped in a bit of a hint about a part-time job in the fall. Her words were "we usually red-flag acting majors, because they generally come in here with the idea of getting access to auditions, but I think you'd be really good at this. We may have a position opening up in the fall, would you be interested?"
PART TWO:
Obviously, I was thrilled by this. I got all excited, penciled in my start-date, and began the next search for a real summer job to fill the rest of my days. The more I thought about it, though, the more I knew that I'd much rather be doing more casting and less summer-job work. I emailed Maura's assistant, Matt, and said:
"As we get closer to the summer, I keep thinking about this internship...
I know you guys don't NEED anyone for any more than one day a week, but could you use me? I've freed up my summer for this, and I'm totally prepared to not get paid, I just really would like the experience. The office seemed great, and I know just working one day a week will kill me. Of course I'll do just that, since that's what we worked out, but if you guys could use me more at all PLEASE let me know.
Thanks, and see you in a few weeks!
-R"
Three days later, I received an email from Maura herself, not Matt, saying:
"Hi Rose. We thought you were fabulous and would welcome any time you want to
give. Let me know what you want to work out."
PART THREE:
Walking away from our last real Acting:Shakespeare class, a fellow classmate and I were discussing summer plans, and I quickly summed up all of the Maura story for him. His response was something along the lines of:
"That makes me so happy! I hear all these stories about these ridiculous people that I don't like very much getting all these opportunities; it's nice to hear about it from someone I like, who deserves it. I'm really happy for you."
I don't even really know the guy, we never interacted until today. It was so nice to feel that, to add yet another bit of positive energy to my already glowing outlook on this summer. Sunny and I are calling it numerous things, but essentially it will be the summer when we feel as sexy, beautiful, good as people tell us we are. I will embrace compliments, stop glazing over my accomplishments and focusing on my failings, enjoy myself and stop judging my actions so harshly. I believe Tim is calling it the "hippie summer".
a delicious post-script:
Two of my family members, at least one in earnest, recently were under the impression that I was gay. This brought me more glee than most things do. What fun!
(To clear the air: no, darlings. I do love my Sunny, but alas I am an addict of that wicked Y chromosome.)
Like most people, I've been caught up lately in the chaos of procuring a summer internship. I had my heart set on one, but the woman is incredibly busy with the sudden constant influx of major motion picture filming in Boston, and I haven't gotten an email from her since January. At the career fair, I dropped my resume off at the Maura Tighe (casting director, does most if not all of the commercial work in Boston) table, not really giving much thought. They ended up calling me about a week or two later, and scheduled an interview. As it turned out, I loved Maura and her team, and I got the impression they felt the same way. Because this is peak student intern season, they were a bit over-saturated for interns, but Maura asked me to come in once a week over the summer, and dropped in a bit of a hint about a part-time job in the fall. Her words were "we usually red-flag acting majors, because they generally come in here with the idea of getting access to auditions, but I think you'd be really good at this. We may have a position opening up in the fall, would you be interested?"
PART TWO:
Obviously, I was thrilled by this. I got all excited, penciled in my start-date, and began the next search for a real summer job to fill the rest of my days. The more I thought about it, though, the more I knew that I'd much rather be doing more casting and less summer-job work. I emailed Maura's assistant, Matt, and said:
"As we get closer to the summer, I keep thinking about this internship...
I know you guys don't NEED anyone for any more than one day a week, but could you use me? I've freed up my summer for this, and I'm totally prepared to not get paid, I just really would like the experience. The office seemed great, and I know just working one day a week will kill me. Of course I'll do just that, since that's what we worked out, but if you guys could use me more at all PLEASE let me know.
Thanks, and see you in a few weeks!
-R"
Three days later, I received an email from Maura herself, not Matt, saying:
"Hi Rose. We thought you were fabulous and would welcome any time you want to
give. Let me know what you want to work out."
PART THREE:
Walking away from our last real Acting:Shakespeare class, a fellow classmate and I were discussing summer plans, and I quickly summed up all of the Maura story for him. His response was something along the lines of:
"That makes me so happy! I hear all these stories about these ridiculous people that I don't like very much getting all these opportunities; it's nice to hear about it from someone I like, who deserves it. I'm really happy for you."
I don't even really know the guy, we never interacted until today. It was so nice to feel that, to add yet another bit of positive energy to my already glowing outlook on this summer. Sunny and I are calling it numerous things, but essentially it will be the summer when we feel as sexy, beautiful, good as people tell us we are. I will embrace compliments, stop glazing over my accomplishments and focusing on my failings, enjoy myself and stop judging my actions so harshly. I believe Tim is calling it the "hippie summer".
a delicious post-script:
Two of my family members, at least one in earnest, recently were under the impression that I was gay. This brought me more glee than most things do. What fun!
(To clear the air: no, darlings. I do love my Sunny, but alas I am an addict of that wicked Y chromosome.)