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Boss has gone on the first of four vacations he plans on taking this month
(God bless airplane tickets with an expiration date), so he has charged us
with several tasks not generally in our job description. Sidedesk left for
about an hour and a half to show an apartment which Boss manages, and
currently Sidedesk and Middledesk are moving the office furniture around in
happy disregard for Boss's orders to the contrary.

Why, you may ask? Because we are supposed to repaint a wall of the office,
but not supposed to unplug or move anything around to do so.

Boss sometimes has a slight lack of regard for practicality.

So, naturally, we do what we usually try to do. That is, nod our heads until
he leaves and then figure out how to best carry out his instructions while
still operating under the general laws of physics.

Still, as much as painting falls outside the job description, I'm happy to
do anything to make my place of employment look less like a converted
apartment. Even though Boss has accepted tiny steps towards this goal, his
natural resistance to change makes the entire project more or less useless.
The whole place needs an overhaul, otherwise we're left with what it is; an
unorganized clutter-filled mess.

I was fully ashamed of myself for doing nothing other than clean the house yesterday.

Don't get me wrong, I did a FANTASTIC job of cleaning, and it did need to be done. But this was AFTER turning down Gillespie's invitation to an afterparty at his house the previous night (defense: He invited me at 11:30 at night!  The hell? I'm a busy girl! I have plans! I mean....I didn't. Wasn't doing a single thing. But he didn't know that, and honestly? Not gonna drive the half hour to his place to sit around and drink.   ...Ok, these reasons aren't sounding as righteous as they seemed Friday night, but I'm sure it has something to do with me not seeming like a doormat.)

Then Saturday night I turned down GenArt's invitation to some launch party (ok, the defense there? ....I'm not a huge fan of the guy. He talks over me and he's kind of a sophomoric jerk.  The reason I still hang out with him at all? Well, the man did get me into the X-Games. A girl has her priorities.)

In any case, I determined that I was GETTING OUT OF THE HOUSE TODAY, so finally went and saw a friend's play that I'd been far overdue in watching.  It was an outdoor theater with absolutely gorgeous weather. Afterward we ate mexican food, watched a couple sing numerous musical selections (including such songs as "Watermelon Moonshine", "Pabst Blue Ribbon (PBR)", and last but not least, "Hope, Justice and Love"), caught a frog no larger than my thumbnail, went hiking in the dark and saw three meteors streak across the sky.  All that was with a group. After we partedways, I had an irresistable urge to keep with the 'do as ye wilt' theme of the day, so I drove out to the beach and walked next to the waves. It seemed a fitting counterpoint to the hiking in the woods already done that day.  Then, on the way home, I pulled a U-turn into a 7-11 for the single reason of getting an Almond Joy.

Today made up for any lameness prizes I have incurred during previous days. So sayeth I.

I'm shamelessly stealing this from another actor's blog both because he says it far better than my sleep-deprivated brain can at this moment, and because with the cancellation of my last film (after TWO DAYS into production, people! This happens ALL the time!), MAW needs a little reaffirmation, ya dig?

So here it is, cats and kittens, the reminder that this is a CAREER, this takes WORK, and ultimately, I'm going to be happier developing success later on in life because I have a far better chance of lasting in this industry as a leading lady, not as the hottest 18-to-look-younger 90210 girl.

Not that the free surfboard from Teen Choice Awards wouldn't be fun...I've always wanted to learn how to DO that!

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Hurry Up and Relax

All you young performers out there--i'm talking to all you guys finishing up college or grad school and thinking about/moving to New York/LA to begin your careers...GET TO IT!

There's about a 10 year curve to "master" any profession you may choose (somebody famous said that righ?), and that doesn't exclude the arts. So pick NY or LA, pick theater or film or television but start working at it. Start auditioning, start studying in NY/LA, start meeting casting directors, start building the foundation of your career in your cells.

Because it takes time. It takes time and luck and hard work and change and money and a whole lot of joy, pain, fear, and love for a casting director to BELIEVE in you. To know that you are capalbe and experienced enough to carry a $15million musical or a $20 million dollar pilot or $30 million dollar film. It takes years.

You will audition thousands of time for hundreds if not thousands of people over the years. You will model, you will do voice overs, you will do commercials, you will do readings, workshops, favors, concerts, benefits, plays, musicals, soaps, tv, student films, films, industrials...you will write, you will direct, you will produce, you will style, you will coach...

You will cry, laugh, celebrate, whine, seek guidance, ...this is life no matter what profession you're in. But for some reason people think in showbiz, you just show up and overnight you're famous. Well Katherine Heigl's been acting since she was a kid and Morgan Freeman didn't have a regular film career until he was 50 (after 20 years in the business). So sure, there's a chance you could be the next Tom Cruise. But what if you're the next Morgan Freeman?

From Sidedesk to the Boss after refilling the printer twice:

"[Boss], a representative from the National Forestry department called.
You've used up your quota of killing trees. For for the rest of your life.
Forever."

Hey lower west siders,

Yeah, a major factor in the lack of posts has been that I refuse to access
my beloved Voxy from my work computer. Not out of any sense of
professionalism, you understand, but because of abject FEAR of it
circulating via flyer form after being discovered in some random History
file. Anyway, since a computer is where I spend a VAST majority of my time,
it's been difficult to sit down at yet another computer when I get to my
abode.

Well, ok, that's totally wrong. I spend far too much time at my computer at
home as well, but that's primarily spent at StumbleAudio or similar music-geek themed
things.

Thanks to moblogging (which probably was introduced at the Dawn of Time and
I am only now discovering it), apparently I can send whatever little
snippets pop into my head at work straight into web-based posterity via email!

Neat.

Song I CANNOT listen to:

-- This probably was a very lovely song. I'm sure it's featured heavily in Youtube montages dedicated solely to Kate and Sawyer's undying lust. Unfortunately, as our office has satellite radio and the particular station we listen to decided it would play this song EVERY TEN GODDAMN MINUTES, it was a bit of overkill. I still do not know how the sadistic son of a bitch running the station knew exactly when I was coming into the office (because our schedule changes every day), but damned if that song didn't play the moment my well-fed ass touched my chair every day for two bloody weeks.

Things that happened in my office today in rapid succession:

• Boss and Sidedesk left to run errands (Boss: "*sigh*...I  *guess* I'll take the Porsche..")
• Middledesk ran across the street to get her eyebrows waxed
• I get a call from Sidedesk asking what flavor Slurpee I want
  
• Boss and Sidedesk come back and hand me my half wild-cherry/half pina colada frosty yumminess

Occasionally I like where I work.

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Side note: since this is the first time trying this dealio, there may be weird formatting and such. I apologize for this, will try and check on it at home since I will, as previously mentioned, experience panic attacks if I check it out at work.

You know you love me.

The roommate's fine.

If you consider a sternum contusion "fine", anyway.  She's currently happily sacked out on our couch with Eric on Vicodin and wine watching America's Worst Catastrophe's on The History Channel. Throw in some Prozac and you have a bona fide American cure-all for anything ailin' ya. 

I'm basically giving up on my pilot.  The latest is that they're aiming towards less 'death' and more 'history', which, in my opinion, makes the show a helluva lot more boring and much less likely for people to watch.  Plus, apparently production is getting pushed back to Julyish.

Bah. 

I'm a tad worried about The Roommate...

I was on my way out to the gym this morning when I noticed her fan was going, a sure sign she was still in bed, while normally she would be out at work substitute-teaching some kiddies.  When she wished me a good day, I empathized with her lack of work.  She replied: "Oh yeah, well I have to go to the doctor later, so..."

"Oh? What's wrong, you sick?" I said, peeking around the curtain that separates her "room" from the living room.  She was lying on her back on her plush divan which doubles as her bed.

"No, Eric (the ex-who's-sort-of-not-really-an-ex) and I were playing around last night and he sat on my chest, and I think he broke something..."

My mouth dropped open. "--What?? What, like a rib?"

She smiled ruefully. "Yeah, I can't really breathe. I don't know about ribs, but my sternum hurts a lot, and my doctor was talking about checking for a collapsed lung.."

Geez! As soon as my phone is fixed (note to self, do NOT drunkenly think that sticking your open phone in your back pocket then sitting on it is ever a good idea), the first message I'm sending is a text-version of a bitchslap to Eric.  He really does roughhouse with her quite a bit, and generally ends up taking it too far. My roommate ends up with bruises, bite marks, all sorts of things. Granted, yes, I think she lets him get away with it a tad. Still.

So in any case, I made her promise to myspace or otherwise electronically let me know what the doctor said today.  I got home around 8ish and it's currently 10:30pm..I haven't heard from her all day.

If this were a livejournal, i would change my little moodicon to "worried".

weird submission letter #324:

Hello.  How are you?  My name is Sarah* and I am a professional actress in search of a wonderful management team.  I can also cook a great meal!
 

Thank you in advance,

 

Sarah Smith, actress

Because the key to an Oscar's heart is through its stomach.

Listening to: Deftones - Simple Man

After this weekend of snowboarding up on the mountain, I came back happily exhausted and proud of my battle scars. In this case, a big ol' bruise on my left knee and slight ice burn on my chin from a particularly painful face plant. The face, thankfully, isn't that bad. The bruise could pose a problem if The Boss wants us to accompany any clients to Oscar events this week because none of my Oscar-escorting outfits hit below the knee. Ah well, cross the bridge when it comes up and smacks me in the face.

Note to self: Do not talk to boy you are trying to be impressive and flirty with on the phone when you're in the grocery store. Not only will half your brain be missing because you're trying to remember everything you came to the store for and therefore unable to present your most intelligent side to the boy, but it's gotta be obnoxious for everyone in the store to listen in on just one side of the now-pathetic attempt to be flirtatious conversation.  Plus, you get home and realize you completely forgot to get the toothpaste.

Listening to: Metallica - Hero of the Day

Last night:  Go see midnight showing of Romero's latest, Diary of the Dead.  Since the 10pm showing had gone on late, didn't end up getting home til 3am or so. 

This morning: Woke up at 830am to get to The Agency's anniversary breakfast at 10am which lasted until 1 bloody pm (Coincidence! The waiter who served us was one of the guys I used to work with back at The New Restaurant! Small world....and I'm not going to lie and say I didn't feel a tiny bit of relief/satisfaction that I'm no longer working in the service industry to supplement my creative career), went by Lush to pick up the fabulous face masks that work wonders for my roseacea-prone sensitive babyface, dropped off clothes/shoes at Salvation Army, and am currently debating napping/cleaning or going to the gym before going to a client's ex-boyfriends music label launch party, then driving up to The Mountain for some snowboarding tomorrow as well as watching Giles compete in a boardercross event on Monday. 

I'm tired.

Ooh! But I'm on avails for the Cable One spot! Wee!