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As a point of clarification; I don't particularly hate Victoria's secrets;
her super-special undergarments have always been well-fitting and pushing
things up where they need to be.
No no, I mean the OUTER wear. The clothes that look fantastic on the teenage
models with stick-thin arms. They look comfortable and fashionable and able
to say 'hello! We are sexy and light and fun!" You flip through the
Semi-annual clearance catalogue and think that perhaps you too can be breezy
and able to turn heads wherever you may roam. Then you get the clothes home
and they just fit WEIRD.
They'll hug your hips in places that shouldn't be hugged. Or gap strangely
over your stomach. Or a myriad of other problems that just make the clothes
NOT WORK.
Guess I'll stick to the undergarments.
So I've mentioned that I'm looking into leaving my current job at The Agency, and moving on to the greener pastures of camera operating.
Not the camera operating you'd see on set with the fancy schmancy cameras, but rather just a digital dealio up on sticks (tripod), hooked up to a whole bunch of computers and equipment, sitting in a small room and watching actors audition.
Yep, would be running camera for OTHER actors' auditions.
This has more upsides than you might think. I'm already kind of enjoying watching things from the other side of the camera, especially because I'd be working only in commercials. And since the idea of most commercials is to be funny...well...lets just say my face hurts at the end of the day from laughing so much, and I can think of worse ways to spend my time.
The issue is how to bring it up with The Boss. I just learned from MiddleDesk that Boss has been pretty ill recently. He got ridiculously sick over Christmas vacation, and apparently still hasn't left him alone. Whatever it is, its effecting his blood sugar levels and his vision. Never good. So, there's that.
I've had a lot of short calls on set this week, so I've been able to get a decent amount of training in camera operating in. But all told, I really should just do it for another full week at the least. What I have to be concerned about is training a new girl at The Agency (and I say 'girl" because believe me, The Boss ain't lettin more testosterone into that office for any extended period of time). Training takes a LONG time, and I'm not sure who, at this point, can handle it. It's bad timing because of The Boss's illness, but MiddleDesk and I can train someone just fine as long as it happens quickly.
I'm thinking my best course of action is to email The Boss about it perhaps next week (my last week of shooting the current project that I'm on). So perhaps that way, we can set up someone to come in the following week when I'm back in the office. Up til now, neither he nor MiddleDesk know that I'm planning on leaving. But I'm really ready to. I feel good about the decision, which is always a bonus :)
So for now...am just in holding.
Also, I know this isn't contemporarily relevant any longer as it relates to Breaking Dawn, the fourth Twilight book in the Stephanie Meyer literary crack-fest, but it did make me laugh as it portrays my feelings toward the whole series ENTIRELY.
you can find more from the artist here: http://shinga.deviantart.com/gallery/
"If Jesus spoke to you, would he sound like any of our clients?"
Hmm...
The upside? I have an audition tomorrow for a TV show for a possible recurring co-star (Yeah, they SAY it's just a co-star, but its the little sis to one of the series regulars...I smell recurring!).
The downside? I've never seen this show, and after watching two episodes online today, I can honestly say it's AWESOME! Now I got MORE stuff to Tivo!
Anyway, please send any and all good vibes to Gaping Maw care/of Hollywood, Hell-A. Thanks muchly!
In any case, I'm getting out on good stuff. Something else's gotta break soon!!
Quick things because I'm currently in a state of simultaneous indifference
and apathy:
This is Sidedesk's last week at the office. More specifically, her last
three days; as of Thursday, Middledesk and I will become the sole full-time
assistants to The Boss's madness. I doubt such a change will warrant a
change of nickname for the girl. Sidedesk essentially got a business offer
from her step-father that she couldn't refuse, so she's moving back to the
midwest, although we are invited to a going-away blowout in Vegas this
weekend.
Audition-wise, it's been great lately....For television: Lost, How I Met
Your Mother, a new pilot called Meet the Browns. And commercially doing ok
as well; Samsung, Jitterbug, ASICS.... Yet only one booking thus far. And
yes, its a television booking, and no, I'm not going to tell what it is
except that it's a brand new show, and my episode will air about a month
from now. But still, a small 'yay' is in order, no doubt. Still, it was
all too easy to sink back into the general twitchiness I get when I feel
like my career isn't going quite the way I wish it to. In this case, the
fact that I didn't immediately have four more bookings is a source of great
distress ;)
A breakdown I saw today asking for submissions for a commercial:
Wanted:
NINJA WITH MARTIAL ARTS
EXPERIENCE
/ Male / All Ethnicities / 18-40
Male with Martial Arts experience, who owns and has a Ninja outfit, to
portray a Ninja for a one-day (7 hour) shoot with P. Diddy tomorrow from
3:00 to 10:00 pm in L.A.Talent will be booked from their submission (photo & resume).
NINJA'S SUBMIT YOURSELF!!!
Pls do not submit anyone without experience and costume. Thank you!
Yes, ninjas....submit. SUBMIT TO MY WILL!
I <3 my city.
Things heard at the office today:
- "My goodness a lot of porn comes up when you type in 'Dominican Men'!"
- I Kissed A Girl - Katy Perry has played no less than three times
in the last 3 hours. Still, I don't hate the song NEARLY as much as I did
before seeing this.
Friends of Middledesk's. Bless.
I'm still a tad bitter at How I Met Your Mother for not recognizing my
french brilliance in my audition for Claudette, especially as I would've
been making out with NPH dressed up in 80 year old man-drag. How AWESOME
would that have been? If that wasn't on my top ten list of Things To Do
Before I Die, it should've been. And now it appears it will never come to
pass. I may as well commit hare kare right now.
The audition for Lost seems to have been more of the same, but I'm not
complaining. I shot my episode of Sons of Anarchy on Monday, and that's one
more episodic credit on my resume than I had last week. Hooray!
.....the employees have MARGARITAS!!!!!
Overheard coming from the room where Sidedesk and Middledesk are merrily
painting away:
"Ok, this could just be me turning crazy...but I swear this [yellow] paint
smells like lemons!"
"It does NOT smell like....Wait. It kinda DOES smell like lemons!!"
"[MAW], come smell this paint!"
I walk into the room shaking my head and take the paintbrush that Sidedesk
hands me. Muttering something about purposefully inhaling paint being the
leading cause of stupid, I took a small whiff.
Not a hint of lemony freshness, although the pretty pretty pink elephants were lovely company for the next ten minutes or so.
