Gown Hunting

(Source: Classical Art Memes Facebook.)

It’s 2018, and that means there are goals to be set. My friend and I made the promise to go to the ball in Harlem this year after missing it last year. I have taken further steps to try to get ahead of the game.

Gown Shopping!!!

(Me circa March 2016.)

The gown featured in the photo above is what I wore to the ball in early 2016. It is pretty. I looked like a mermaid. I paid $10 for it. However, my boobs kept trying to escape the dress all night!

(Me trying to do my best ‘Chappelle’s Show’ Robot Dance Party Guy impression. I nearly fell out of this dress making this video 😂)

This time I’m looking for straps or sleeves since it will still be chilly that time of year. It will also mean having to pay full price too…

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ource: Facebook.)

Ugh. It's ok though, it just means that I really have to elevate my job search into something high paying to afford it. I hope to have pictures soon.

My Christmas Gift To Myself

(Source: The Disaster Artist 2017 and Cine-Series.com)

Merry Christmas! It has been a pretty mellow one in my house. This year has been filled with so much chaos, plus being so busy, that we really didn’t do much as far as presents or anything big. We didn’t even get a regular tree this year, and had to settle for a small artificial tree from the dollar store. Still better than nothing.

However, I did try to do something for myself this year and that was to go see The Disaster Artist: starring James Franco and his brother Dave Franco. I don’t know if I mentioned this before, but I have had some acting training in Meisner and the first place I went to was James’ school, Studio 4 NYC. I went out of business a few short months ago, right when I was planning on going back…bummer.

(Source: Facebook. Extraordinary Journey of a Black Nerd Group.)

Back in the Summer of 2016, I went to an open call for his HBO show: The Deuce. Simply because I wanted to see Professor Franco in action. Of course professional set conduct prohibits me from talking to him or any principal actor/director and I was fine with that. I just thought it would be really cool to work with the founder of my first acting school. Kind of a bragging right if you will. Although I was selected initially in the first round of open calls, they never used me on the show. However, all was not lost. Attending that open call was the best thing that happened to me as the casting agency ended up using me in a multitude of projects:

•Quantico (3 Times)

•Gotham

•Homeland

•An upcoming Rebel Wilson movie

•A new 2018 CBS show

•The Show I Was Dinged for Mentioning

For that I can be grateful to James Franco for launching my career.

Now about this movie…

I have a couple of takeaways about the film that I want to share:

First and foremost, The Disaster Artist is great storytelling of a very shady man with delusions of grandeur. For a while I forgot it was James Franco playing Tommy Wiseau. I first saw the original film, ‘The Room’, at my best friend’s bachelorette party. One of the bridesmaids did some Wikipedia research on why this film was so insane, and just who the hell is Tommy Wiseau? When I first heard that James Franco was making this film, I was so excited and he did not disappoint.

Second, I don’t know if I can watch anyone’s bare ass on the big or small screen ever again. Seeing Tommy’s rear the first time was traumatizing enough. James twisted the knife in for me. I felt a little violated.

(Source: JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure.)

Getting Ready For My Audition

(Source: Thespian Peacock Tumblr and Pinterest.)

I’m super nervous about tonight. The weather is absolute crap right now and I have to walk through this frozen tundra after I get off the train to get to the audition site. Plus I’ve been practicing my monologue and 30 seconds of a song, it’s just not clicking. I’m still going to go tonight, but it already feels like a wash.

For my monologue, I went with Orlando’s opening monologue in As You Like It. The casting group wanted a monologue from one of Shakespeare’s comedies and I have performed it before. My song is Who Wants To Live Forever by Queen. Both pieces are a total scramble in my mind right now.

I was hoping this would run smoother, but no…

(Source: Facebook and Tyler Perry.)

The Prettiest Potato 🥔

(Circa last night at my new job.)

The poles at the new studio I work at are 13 feet tall. Climbing to such heights used to be easy for me, now I’m only able to climb half the way. I also took this photo and videoed myself getting back into a good practice, when I noticed that I’m pretty much a potato version of myself. Not to be mean, but I miss my old body. I have been this weight before, but with significantly more strength and muscle tone. At least I’m dancing in heels again!

(Source: Just Girl Things IG and MemeCenter.com)

Anyway, here are the two videos I promised from last weeks class and last night in all of my potato glory. Enjoy.

(Last week)

(Last night)

Saturday Night Live

(Source: Facebook.)

Back in September, I was given the opportunity to be placed on the roster for Background work on SNL. I signed up and started receiving weekly emails asking for availability. Until this coming weekend, I have not had any sort of open availability; but I’m glad. I really didn’t have a solid income coming in so it would have been hard to spend that much time in New York with limited funds. Also I’m hoping that they do pick me for November, because once December gets here, it’s a no-go. We shall see.

Work Stories From Hell!! 👿🔥

(This actually happened.)

There are 3 blogs that I follow religiously. The first is Gala Darling’s blog about Radical Self Love. Next is On Stage Blog which is industry related and I retweet their articles regularly. Lastly is Ask A Manager; which is more related to my previous industry than this one. However, when it comes to work place conduct and etiquette, it’s one that I enjoy reading.

Recently on AAM, Alison asked her readers to share their input about red flags from potential employers. While I really didn’t clarify the red flags too deeply in my post, this is the story I shared:

(Source: Ask A Manager. This link will go directly to Alison’s article about how to identify a bad boss before taking the job.)

Ultimately, what is being revealed to me about my current industry, is that the shenanigans associated with working with people is not new. Like I said in a previous post: the entertainment industry is kind of the Wild West when it comes to workplace conduct. In reality, WORK of any kind is basically the Wild West.

(Source: Pinterest.)

So let me share with you some of the weirdest and the rudest stories I have had to deal with in my adult working life.

1) One of my first jobs was at Victoria’s Secret and I witnessed a male customer sniffing the panties.

2) While working at Bare Minerals, a customer’s husband dipped his fingers in one of the loose eyeshadows and snorted it. He had glitter all over his nose.

3) Pretty much any cosmetics store I have worked at, there were customers that would try on mascara using the original wand it came with instead of a disposable wand we offer. We have to throw those testers out immediately after.

4) The first day of my HR job, computer started burning and smoking the moment I turned it on. My boss helped me quickly unplug it.

5) One day at the HR office, a job candidate decided to pee all over the walls of our public bathroom.

6) At the same office, I would have people curse at me regularly because their I9 work documents were expired. We couldn’t offer them the job until they updated it. (Like seriously, you drive around with an expired driver’s license or fly with an expired passport?)

7) Last year, someone pooped on the floor in one of the bathrooms at Starbucks. My shift manager took the initiative to clean it and spared the rest of us.

8) On a recent background gig I did, the entire shoot was disorganized and the crew members were really rude. One of the PAs announced, sarcastically, the SAG rep was on-site if we wanted to bitch about the way we are being treated. Several people did just that.

9) Right now, I’m temporarily working box office at a theatre on Penn’s Landing. Last night’s shift was a proverbial Murphy’s Law. Massive tech problems from the internet being down; to the copier being down, so I had to write the list of patrons down by hand. The cloud ticketing system ran slow. The ticket printer wasn’t working, and I had a line of antsy customers. Somehow (by the grace of God really) I got everyone into the show on time. I had a shot of tequila once I got home to calm my nerves.

I have more I could share, but some of them were so ridiculous, I’m trying to push them out of my mind.

Ummm…

(Source: Facebook.)

It was announced yesterday that Michael Bay is making a live-action ‘Dora the Explorer’ movie…………………………………………..

Why?

Years ago, my now deceased friend, and her surviving infant son lived with me for a year and a half. There were times I had to babysit him and one of his favorite shows was Dora. Never in that time did it ever cross my mind:

Hey this show is great! Michael Bay should totally turn it into a film.

(Source: Facebook and Chuck E. Cheese.)

I know Hollywood is desperate for original content, but this takes the cake! What’s next, a live-action version of Caillou whining for 2 hours?

(Source: Pinterest and Caillou.)

No Thanks.

Theatre Mouse

(Source: Pinterest.)

As I was sitting backstage; I was in the middle of reviewing my notes for when I needed to place props and move furniture. I noticed something in my peripheral while I was writing. Lo and behold…it was a little baby mouse crawling on my shoe. 😮

No, our theatre is not dirty. It’s just that we rent the lower auditorium in a church that is basically a million years old. Because of that, we have the occasional critter roam through the building.

I don’t have a fear of rodents really (I had a hamster once, named Hooba), but I don’t want it crawling all over me like this little guy did. I kind of want to name it too. Since we are performing Tick, Tick…Boom!; I think I will name it Jonathan, like the lead character and writer of the show Jonathan Larson.

Customer Service Left Me Broken Inside

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I’m on the hunt for a seasonal job right now. Although I talked more about my HR gig than anything else, it is actually the shortest position I have held in my entire working life. My experience predominantly lies with Customer Service; i.e., retail, restaurants, and, cabarets. Truth be told, I’m dreading the entire process. Yes, I need a survival job because the gigs are too few and far in between, and I need money. Normally I’m friendly with people:

(Source: Pinterest)

However, with all that is going on in the world today, coupled with my very low tolerance for abuse (thanks assholes in the entertainment industry); I’m having a hell of a time applying for things without having flashbacks and eye twitching.

No, not all people are bad and full of drama. Given the approaching spending season however…it can bring out the worst in people.

(Source: afuntumblr and Pinterest. This applies to more than just retail.)

I don’t know if I want to listen to Christmas music on repeat. (Especially ten different versions of “Last Christmas”.) Or have people screaming in my face over an expired coupon:

(Source: Facebook)

I don’t know if I have it in me to have regular customers at any bar or restaurant again:

(Source: Server Life IG)

I have basically turned into an impoverished curmudgeon. I need to bite the bullet soon if I want to make any financial progress.

Getting Paid

Funny little story:

Yesterday I went to check the mail and saw an envelope from a production accounting company.

“My pay from ‘Bull’ is here, yay!”

I kissed the envelope and went up to my apartment. I opened it up and…it was the pay from my dress fitting for the shoot I did this past Monday. (Which is significantly less than what I am being paid for ‘Bull’)

“Aww.” I said, as I lost the wind in my sails.

Money is still money, so I celebrated receiving my check in the mail (albeit with a little less enthusiasm.) Hopefully after the holiday weekend I will see my pay.

The End.