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Overall, it’s been a pretty crazy week. I just keep counting the hours until Friday at 5pm, hoping against hope that I will get out of the office at 5pm. So far, I haven’t left work before 8pm this week. It’s really starting to wear on me.
Incompetence and irresponsibility run rampant in all workplaces, it just seems like around here all those piles of shit flow downhill to my desk and I’m getting a little tired of it all. The dynamic around here has changed dramatically in the last few months and that always leads to miscommunications and muddled job descriptions and the overall minutia that comes with nobody doing their own job but being experts at your job.
I did have a ray of hope/light/escape yesterday. I drove over to Orlando for an audition. Seems they are shooting a pilot in LA and are looking to other markets for the talent. These are usually wild goose chases, but it would be nice. It’s an improvised pilot in the spirit of Curb Your Enthusiasm, but with “twentysomethings.”
It’s always nice to be one of the more realistic looking 22 year olds 22 days before your 30th birthday. For the first time in a while I was thankful I looked young, in fact, I looked really young. Makes getting carded for cigarettes worth it for the next few months.
I managed a decent audition, but we all know that a good audition ensures nothing in this world. A few of my improv students also auditioned and I felt like a wise sage giving them a pep talk before they went in, “Be patient, look for the gifts, listen to everything, don’t go in with an agenda, be in the moment.” I hope one of them gets a call back, it would be the ultimate form of improv - they would make me look good.
My students are fabulous and fearless. Right where we all live in our early twenties. They make me feel old sometimes, sometimes they make me nostalgic, but rarely do they make me jealous. I’m glad I’m not where they are anymore. But they do have those marvelously hungry eyes and I sometimes miss the days of absorbing everything and never questioning someone’s intentions. I wish the industry didn’t value youth as much as it does. I realize now it’s less about “valuing” and more about “exploiting.” Young actors are so easy to mold and shape. In the wrong hands it can be so destructive.
That’s my diatribe for the day. Looking forward to a good weekend and tonight I’ll be dusting off the copy of Girl’s Guide to Chaos and see how many lines I remember. I usually surprise myself, but I’m a bit older since the last time I had to remount a show and blow off the cobwebs, so we’ll see how my retention levels have survived.
By the way, I worry about my friends, so just to let you know, I've signed you all up - http://www.raptureletters.com. The end is near.
Incompetence and irresponsibility run rampant in all workplaces, it just seems like around here all those piles of shit flow downhill to my desk and I’m getting a little tired of it all. The dynamic around here has changed dramatically in the last few months and that always leads to miscommunications and muddled job descriptions and the overall minutia that comes with nobody doing their own job but being experts at your job.
I did have a ray of hope/light/escape yesterday. I drove over to Orlando for an audition. Seems they are shooting a pilot in LA and are looking to other markets for the talent. These are usually wild goose chases, but it would be nice. It’s an improvised pilot in the spirit of Curb Your Enthusiasm, but with “twentysomethings.”
It’s always nice to be one of the more realistic looking 22 year olds 22 days before your 30th birthday. For the first time in a while I was thankful I looked young, in fact, I looked really young. Makes getting carded for cigarettes worth it for the next few months.
I managed a decent audition, but we all know that a good audition ensures nothing in this world. A few of my improv students also auditioned and I felt like a wise sage giving them a pep talk before they went in, “Be patient, look for the gifts, listen to everything, don’t go in with an agenda, be in the moment.” I hope one of them gets a call back, it would be the ultimate form of improv - they would make me look good.
My students are fabulous and fearless. Right where we all live in our early twenties. They make me feel old sometimes, sometimes they make me nostalgic, but rarely do they make me jealous. I’m glad I’m not where they are anymore. But they do have those marvelously hungry eyes and I sometimes miss the days of absorbing everything and never questioning someone’s intentions. I wish the industry didn’t value youth as much as it does. I realize now it’s less about “valuing” and more about “exploiting.” Young actors are so easy to mold and shape. In the wrong hands it can be so destructive.
That’s my diatribe for the day. Looking forward to a good weekend and tonight I’ll be dusting off the copy of Girl’s Guide to Chaos and see how many lines I remember. I usually surprise myself, but I’m a bit older since the last time I had to remount a show and blow off the cobwebs, so we’ll see how my retention levels have survived.
By the way, I worry about my friends, so just to let you know, I've signed you all up - http://www.raptureletters.com. The end is near.