There is so much crap...

There is so much crap going on.

There's the approximately 45 postcards I sent out yesterday announcing that I am SAG ELIGIBLE, BITCHES to the casting offices still in full swing during this hiatus season.

There's the fact that the hiatus season is all wonky because of the upcoming negotiations with the Writers Guild (essentially meaning that the Writers Guild's contract is almost up, so many shows such as Las Vegas are either shooting through the summer hiatus period or, like Without a Trace and ER, actually shooting a few episodes for NEXT season, now.

Everyone get that?

Anyway, I doubt I'll hear any kind of response, but I feel like a complete degenerate by just sitting on the news that I'm guild eligible now. 

I dropped off my resume at a popular club/restaurant/lounge where a friend of mine works a few days ago. I was assured by the manager that she definitely "knows they were looking for cocktail waitresses and bartenders; you may even hear back from the bar manager tomorrow!"

Not so much. I left a message for the bar manager yesterday and keep attempting to remember to call the restaurant during dinner business hours to find out the next time the bar manager will be working. Until then, I filled out an application at The Restaurant's new location in Burbank, just as a last resort.  I truly don't want to work there again, in fact, if I never put on another Restaurant uniform again, it'll be too soon.

But I can't keep doing background work.  It's constant 12-15 hour days for very little money, and unfortunately shows like Las Vegas and ER have cut costs back so much it seems they can barely afford to feed us lowly folk. Which is, naturally, half the reason I DO background work, because I can't afford to feed myself.

My roommate is in much the same plight.  I reminded her about rent being due, which she readily wrote me a check for, but when I reminded her about the $75 she owes me for bills, she said it would take a little bit.

"I just have to wait for a few checks to go through," she said.

I hesitated, but my financial situation isn't all that great either.  "Ok, well do you know when? Because I really do need that money for ----"

"I will get you your money, ok? I'm just kind of freaking out here!" she replied with a kind of desperate note in her voice.

I got a little annoyed.  "I understand, but I'm pretty strapped here as well and I still have to cover all these bills.  They're all due around the 1st, so really, I'm using the money to pay LAST month's bills."

She sighed a bit resignedly. "I'll get you the money, somehow."'

I know my roomie is frustrated. I know both of us are hurting for money.  Neither one of us are spendthrifts, although I've definitely had to restrain myself from taking part in the latest Victoria's Secret or PacSun sale. Our refrigerator contains a half carton of organic brown eggs, two cartons of non-fat milk (one bought by each of us accidentally), I Can't Believe It's Not Butter Lite, about four different varieties of mustard, and a rapidly decaying bunch of celery.  At least I think it's celery, I haven't checked that crisper in a while. 

We also, for some reason, have two boxes of sugar-free hot chocolate. Nestle and Swiss Miss.

I did manage to spend $20 on a shelving unit about three weeks ago. I was so proud to bring it home.  It's an IKEA Enetri unit in a gorgeous dark brown/black color that I don't think they make anymore. 

I've been dying to buy one, because I knew it would fit perfectly in the wall space next to our TV and would get our ever-growing collection of DVDs off the floor and get my also ever-growing population of books out of hiding from my bookshelf. 

And I was right. It looks fabulous. The roomie promptly moved the bowl of fruit and some vases over onto it from the kitchen table, along with a few pictures of her and her family. 

I will say the roomie's ability to put up pictures of herself on various objects around our apartment is frankly, unrivaled.

We also put up the gorgeous sheer lavender/silver curtains that I got her as a housewarming present.  Put up around the sliding glass door to the balcony, our apartment, for the first time, feels like an actual place to live.  Not just a place where we sleep.  We're still lacking any real substantial art or substance for the walls, and the kitchen table could use some real chairs and possibly a rug underneath it, but it's a definite start.

And it looks pretty. :)

However, I'm still tired.

The downside with the long days is that you're constantly exhausted and never have any time to get things done during 'normal business hours'.  The extremely cool AD let me go to the Hollywood Post Office on my lunch break to pick up the postcards so I could send those out right away.  My car desperately needs a wash and an oil change.  Trying to get to the gym is a constant challenge and a constant necessity, because background work consists mainly of sitting on your ass and eating.

Tomorrow I have a fitting for "Weeds" at 8:30, an audition at 10, and I'm rebooked on Hannah Montana (go ahead, laugh, I did) at 11:30. Hooray for getting paid twice!

I started this entry out with more things to write about, but as always, my bed is calling me with a siren-like voice. I am powerless against it.

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Oh!! Quick P.S., I did want to add a couple things:

Grey's Anatomy
  - Ok, first off, WHAT THE FUCK.  My DVR decided it only wanted to record the first hour and sixteen minutes of the two hour long GA episode, so anything that happened after Crush went into surgery....I have no idea.

 - The new Addison spinoff:  Um...well, as previously mentioned I didn't get to watch the entire bit so I can't give a well formed opinion but....eh.  It felt like ABC was trying too hard with all the new characters.  I kept going "Hey! It's Tim Daly!  Whoa! That's Merrin Dungey! Oh! That Taye Diggs Guy! PIZ!!!!!!!!!!  Oh Oh! It's that Chasing...no...Judging Amy character! And is that SARK!?"

Don't get me wrong, I was grateful for all the man candy, because DA-YAMN.  Still, is it wrong that I was more turned on by this:

than by Piz's half naked clad-in-a-wetsuit form.  And I TRIED to find a screen capture of Teh Piz, I did. But to no avail.  It's probably for the best, though, as the primary reason I couldn't give his decently ripped body the attention it deserved was because of the HUGE MAN NIPPLES that boy was sporting. I mean, dear GOD.

Anyway, I was also slightly disgusted by these three almost-40 year old women openly ogling the barely-legal boy.  He played a college freshman in Veronica Mars, people! That means he's PROBABLY 18, if not younger.

The Office:

All I'm sayin is that it's fairly obvious they're upping the JAM factor to reel us in for May sweeps. God, I can't wait. And how HILARIOUS was the tag? 

".....PAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Laughed. My. Ass. Off.