5 posts tagged “middledesk”
First off, Happy MLK Day!
Not working at The Agency today, although we are still officially open. The Boss emailed the schedule out for the coming week, and there was a curious anomaly: SideDesk wasn't anywhere to be found. Assuming perhaps that she had a trip out of town I had forgotten about, I didn't think too much of it til I got messaged by MiddleDesk today:
I'm wondering how this is going to affect my trip to New Orleans later in February, and the fact that now I can't take MiddleDesk snowboarding for the Snow Day planned for this Friday. I'm glad that SideDesk can get benefits like health and dental insurance from her place of business, and now officially confirm that not all Agencies use Post-it's to keep track of their clients' auditions.
Listening to: Kevin Devine - Longer Than I'm Out Here
Well, things at The Agency have just started to speed back up. Not quite so much with film or TV, naturally (despite Actorsite's emailed mission statement this morning that "Films and TV Movies are CASTING like CRAZY"....um, really? what breakdowns are YOU reading?), but commercials have been damn busy. Despite that, I haven't had My First Audition of 2008 yet. Naturally I'm hoping it's because the gods know to turn that into My First Booking of 2008, and they want just the right job.
Sidedesk and Middledesk are back in town and in theory, we'll all be back to work this week. I'm still trying to convince The Boss that moving to a system more technologically current than sticking Post-it's to a wall is a better way to keep track of all our clients' auditions. Just a thought.
The Boss, however, being the typical control freak that he is, balks at anything that isn't his idea. This is a typical exchange, that occurred yesterday ( FYI, a "hard copy" is what we refer to when a project comes out that wants actual headshots delivered to them as a submission instead of the far easier electronic submission. So we group together our clients' headshots in an envelope which is usually picked up twice a day by a messenger service to bring to the various casting offices around LA).
I was washing out the remains of my homemade fruit smoothie from my thermos at the office sink when The Boss walked up. "MAW, those hard copy packages were never picked up yesterday because we canceled the messenger service for two weeks," he said, standing at the entrance of the kitchenette.
"Two weeks?" I replied, glancing up at him in surprise. "I only told them to cancel it for the week of Christmas."
"Well, they obviously thought it carried over into this week, didn't they," he said. "Get some stamps on them and bring them to the post office."
"Ok," I replied, rinsing out the thermos and putting it upside-down on the paper towel next to the sink to dry. I glanced at my watch which read 2:34pm. "The mail hasn't come yet today, do you want to leave them outside to go out with the rest of the ----"
"No, I want them going out now. The mail doesn't come until 3 or 4 and I want these out."
"Ok," I said, walking over to the door where the hard copies had been left since yesterday. I duly stamped them, grabbed the rest of the outgoing mail (may as well take care of it all at once), and walked back to The Boss's office to let him know I was leaving.
"I'm heading out to drop these off, see ya in a bit," I said, waving and walking back towards the front lobby. His voice called me back.
"Just go to the post office on Fairfax."
"Oh, there's one there? I was going to the ---"
"No, go to the one on Fairfax," he said, gesturing with his pen. "It's on the east side of the street, go up the alleyway, park in the lot behind the post office."
"Sure," I replied, walking out the door.
"Just go--" I sighed inaudibly and walked backwards into his office. "--up the street, make a right, it's right next to the Subway."
"Ok," I walked towards the lobby again.
"I think ---" I walked back into his office. "--there's a travel agency right next to it also."
"Ok."
"Just go to that one. It's only after 5pm that we need to go to the other one. This one is fine."
"Ok."
"You won't need to stand in line, those stamps should be fine. You should just be able to drop it off."
"Ok."
This happens a lot. The usual modus operandi with him is either to order you to do something and then give you FAR too much detail in exactly how to do it, or to order you to do something and leave you with no earthly idea how to accomplish it.
Is this normal?
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Still haven't heard a definitive answer about The Pilot I shot way back in November. Last I heard the response was extremely favorable, but that we wouldn't know anything until February. Again, I'll be wicked excited if it gets picked up, despite my still (albeit slight) feelings of trepidation that it is a reality show of sorts. My passion is *acting*, is getting to be *someone else* for the day, not worrying about how I'm going to look as my li'l ol' self on the small screen.
Still. TV Show. Me. Not complaining. Promise!
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In other not-me-related news, SAG has deemed that No Actors Will Appear At The Golden Globes. Hoo boy.
This is after the declarations that, in addition, no film clips are being allowed to be shown and no monologues/presentations are allowed to be written.
So....what, exactly is going to happen to the awards show? The networks already said The Show Must Go On, but that was before SAG threw this whammy on them. Enjoy losing more money over this strike, bitches! Because I know I'm enjoying apologizing to my landlord that rent is going to be late. Again.
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Despite the doomsday predictions that California was going to be hit by non stop rains, flooding and the utter chaos that follows such an event, there hasn't been too much actual water falling from the sky. Currently? Cloudy. I'm merely perturbed that it doesn't seem to be cold enough to be converting this lovely precipitation into snow in the mountains. Planning on going snowboarding on Tuesday, regardless. If I'm going to have a boss-mandated day off, I'm going to enjoy it, goddammit.
Yay! The drought of auditions is over, I had two today:
Audition: ASICS @ Eastside Studios Casting -- This was easy print job audition, just a picture pick; no way to do well or badly. A skirt or shorts were demanded as they needed to see my legs, they may add a tattoo. Hee.
Audition: Global Giving @ Judy Elkinds Casting -- Global Giving is apparently a charity that enables you to pick exactly where your money goes to when you donate. It's a great charity, and a fun spot that had me paired with a guy where I was part of a "hipster, artsy couple". I watched somewhat warily as guys were walking up and getting signed in, and right when I was sure that I was going to be paired with a guy who couldn't have been more than 5'8 (I'm 5'10), another one signed in before him. When we went into the room for the group explanation of what they were going to want from us for the audition, we were joking because first the usurper accidentally grabbed my hand, then bumped into me on the way out, then stole my seat when we went back into the waiting room. So naturally, that's who I was paired with. Lovely guy named Sean and I think the previous hijinks only helped our chemistry in the room.
Added bonus was that Nissan was casting right next door and clearly had asked only models to come and show up. Tons of tall male eye candy was paraded by as we were sitting there waiting to be called in. Especially amusing was the waffling dance most of them did while trying to find the room they were heading towards.
The Agency has been going insane today with organizing a charity auction that is all set for tomorrow. During the day I am to remain behind in the office taking care of submitting actors/taking phone calls as best I can (ALL ALONE! The radio is MINE!) while The Boss and Sidedesk/Middledesk are setting up the auction itself, while taking care of a 3 month old puppy. Oh yes, we're auctioning off a puppy. Eek. Then it's off to the night time event after getting all prettied up and doing god only knows what until we are released.
Again, eek. We may just bring hip flasks to the event to keep us sane.
Stuff has calmed down on the boy front. Playboy is still being a bit standoffish, Producer is ALWAYS standoffish, and I was a bit excited at some attention from a drummer from a band I saw the other night, til he friended me on myspace and half of his myspace pictures feature him wearing stilettos. Heels. High-heeled shoes. Hee. My roommate still wants me to go out with him because we have a running bet that he owns a sex swing.
Still, made me feel better.
I'm planning on going to see my friend's band perform at The Knitting Factory tonight in Hollywood, hooray for metal music!
Small things I am grateful for today:
My sister leaving me a phone message with her test results that yes, indeed, they did get all the skin cancer. Her stitches came out yesterday and she's back to work full time as of Thursday. Still a bit scary because my mother went through much the same thing a year ago with some melanoma on her chest, and neither one are big sun bathers. I suppose this means I should be pretty stringent with my check for suspicious moles.
The POURING rain Friday night and yesterday morning. Everything looks so gorgeous and smells so clean the day after a nice rain like that. Even here in Hell-A.
The kick ass roommate who assured me that Side/Middledesk were nothing but GIRLS (making the word 'girls' sound like something equating pond-scum's ratty cousin) and I shouldn't worry another freakin second about what happened on Friday.
The ability to go and watch what will surely be a fabulous sunset by myself on Malibu beach tonight. Relatives in Nebraska have got nothing on this.
Playboy said something the other night that I liked. He referred to a book as having 'found him' instead of the other way around. Along those lines, this is a poem that found me a few weeks ago in a small book someone had misplaced on the magazine aisle. I copied the poem onto a cafe napkin and taped it up next to my desk.
"Claw footed bathtub" by Brad Leithauser
A guest in an old summer house, you navigate
Dark hallways to a room whose antique tub is brimming
With moonlight, find the switch -- and hesitate.
They'd vanish at a touch; all those who, down the years,
Stripped and lay naked here. Everything disappears.
--So easily -- water to light, light dimming
To memory, memory slipping into dream...
Here's your wan lover, waiting in a wash of steam
I liked the imagery of it, of all the people who've used the tub in this old house being shadows there, still present until you turned on the light. I don't know why it found me or why I liked it so much, but I wasn't going to argue. It made me feel like how I'd always wanted as a small child, wanting to move into some old house so I could discover all the old fixtures and memories it had to offer.
Instead we were always moving into brand new housing, with no secrets to discover, nothing old to find.
I liked the poem. If I get nothing else out of this past weekend with Playboy, I have him to thank for refocusing my energy back into something creative, for rediscovering something simple and clear with endless amounts of personal interpretation due to it.
Just something else to be thankful for.
The Cast List
Hey guys.
Since I use ridiculous nicknames for everyone (I tried using fake real names a la Barmaid Blog but...well, it's not hard to see she's far more talented than I at deception. And I mean that as a compliment!), here's kind of a run down of the peeps referenced in my silly exploits.
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Angel -- Rescued my broke ass out in Pasadena when my bank wasn't allowing me access to my funds, but my car's gas tank wasn't going to allow me to get home that night. Never went much farther than hanging out a few times, although his cabin out in the woods of Alta Dena was perfect for spooky Halloween movie watching. He has since moved down to San Diego and as I recently found out he has a girlfriend on the east coast named Bree, I don't expect to see too much more of him.
The Boss -- Also my manager and agent, he's the main boss man at The Agency. Both completely selfless at times and completely selfish at others, his word is Law no matter what the circumstances. You can imagine how well that goes down with me at times, but solidarity amongst the employees and clients help. On the other hand, that attitude is extremely useful in an agenting capacity, and when he's using it to dot the i's and cross the t's in my television contracts, I'm not going to complain.
The Ex-Roommate -- A fabulously cool girl who I never saw for the first 5 months that I lived in the apartment for because she was constantly at her boyfriend's place, where she has since moved into. She currently works at a thankless job at a film school and hates everything about Hollywood that there is to hate.
Gillespie - The best friend of Playboy, who is physically far more my type; tall, dark hair, scruffy. Funny as hell and apparently a good dancer (this has yet to be proven), his deal is made far more complicated by the fact that he just broke up with his girlfriend of four years, including having to move out of their place together. All of these things combined make for us getting together a Very Bad Idea, which has appeal in itself. Because I am emotionally 12. Still, I'm doing my best to think of him as an affectionate older brother. Who I make jokes with concerning lingerie. We've hooked up once and have continued to flirt, but it's still a work in progress.
Hot Neighbor -- The hot neighbor of Playboy's who he'd been trying to nail for ages, and finally did. From what I gather, he's not as enthused about her any longer (ah, men), but the fact that he lied to me about her a few times caused not a few feelings of annoyance on my part. I've never actually met the girl.
Irish - Met him the same night I met Roosevelt. I had actually spent most of the night talking to Irish and kept in touch via email (he lives down in the OC). I've since had dinner with him on my way down to San Diego and he's come up here specifically to have dinner with me. He's a bit older but I'm genuinely interested in what he has to say during a conversation, and that is more rare for me than is probably healthy.
Mars - Met this boy at Les Deux one night when I was begged to come to another boy's birthday party. Keep in mind, I loathe Les Deux. In any case, he is so named because I knew him from his work on the lovely series Veronica Mars (let's say this, if you're a huge fan of the show, you'd know who he was, but he wasn't one of the series regulars). A perfectly nice boy, although a bit sophomoric at times. Been an actor for most of his life and doesn't do much else besides that and writing. Must be nice.
Middledesk -- Co-worker at The Agency who sits at, DING!, the Middle Desk in the office. Practically brand new to LA, she moved here from Missouri and started working at The Agency three days later. An aspiring actress (eventually), she's not always the quickest of girls but in general, very sweet. There was the same incident with the IM that involved Sidedesk that had our relationship cold for a while, but I'd like to think we've moved past it. Likes scrapbooking, baby kittens and rainbows.
Playboy -- An actual client of The Agency, his nickname is literally meant to mean 'Boy who is in Plays". However, since I have referenced him around The Agency, I needed something that was going to be a bit misleading yet still be easy for me to use. A bit older than me and a fellow Scorpio, Playboy's and my relationship is primarily platonic as we don't quite have the chemistry thing down pat. Perhaps it's the fact that he's only about an inch taller than me, who knows. As of late, Playboy has been getting on my nerves by not being completely honest about a girl he slept with, Hot Neighbor, although since we have always maintained we have an open relationship, it's primarily the dishonesty I'm concerned about rather than him actually seeing someone else. Our relationship is further complicated by my being attracted to his best friend (See Gillespie).
Prettyboy -- I always run into this boy when I'm out clubbing. He's tall, ridiculously good looking, and French. 'Nuff said.
Trouble Boy -- The ridiculous hot guy who was my boss up at Bear Mountain for a time. Was enamored until I A. discovered his bald spot, and B. he kicked me out of an employee BBQ for not working there anymore. As this season starts up again I'm sure I'll run into him, but I'm fairly certain my starry eyed feelings will be at a low minimum now.
