All fell to pieces. It looks like my planned trip to train as a production assistant is a no go. The flight I needed to be there on time is overbooked. Not only that, it looks like flights even heading back home to the Philadelphia airport are overbooked.
Which means I’m stuck here…
I’m hurt, because I did put a deposit down for this that’s non-refundable. I also scheduled it in such a way so that I could go back to the office back home and gather my work assignments and new credentials.
This would have been less of a problem if didn’t have to spend most of my money on my survival here. If I was back home, I would have had the extra cash I needed to maybe splurge on a guaranteed booking instead of a standby flight ticket.
With the way things look, I’m probably going to have to quit my gig with the insider since I’m now hindered from completing my duties with them too. This is a shitty situation in more ways than one.
Excuse me while I go scream.
Somehow my Event Management class got roped into putting on a fundraiser for the school and I have to be present for it now in order to pass. 😒
The Musical Theatre students will put on a show while the rest of us, including myself, will be serving drinks and food to the guests. I’m already a little put off by the whole thing for good reason: they want all of the servers to dress in costume which we have to provide ourselves, with no reimbursement. The event is already Black Tie. No biggie since I do keep gowns for special occasions. However, dressing up as a character from a musical theatre production that I will never wear again, chaps my ass. I think everyone working would have been better served to adhere to the dress code of the guests present.
Another thing that bothers me is that the person who’s property we are using is famous. He has been featured in the tabloids on numerous occasions for all of his philanthropy and this event is no exception. So now in addition to being dressed as a goofy character, I’m now going to have to avoid the paparazzi like the plague while trying to work so they can get good pictures of our host and his guests.
It was easy to not get in the way at Tribeca since I was not authorized to stand on the red carpets or in the way of the celebrities being photographed. This time…not so much. Pray that my rear end doesn’t block anyone’s shot.
(Source: Chappelle Show, Comedy Central)
As it turns out, work with the industry insider hasn’t been slowing down at all. For some reason the other members of my team aren’t sharing the workload with me. I think it’s mainly due to me being “out of sight, out of mind.” Since I have to make a quick trip back to the States this weekend for Production Assistant training anyway, I may see if there is time in my schedule to pop in and open the lines of communication between me and the other team members. But I still have the gig which is good. I’m hoping to learn more as I go along and plug in the hours I need for internship credits.
(Source: L.A. Magazine and Pinterest.)
So onto the happier stuff. My training is this weekend and I couldn’t be more stoked! The place that is training me doesn’t offer too many of these workshops since it’s mostly genuine production crew members that train us. They are far too busy. My sincerest hope is to make more connections on the West Coast. The opportunity for me to travel out there has opened up this year, now making me Bi-Coastal like I dreamed; and with that I want to take on as much work as possible whether it’s in front of the camera or behind. I know full well that PA work is grueling and thankless, but it is work. It is relevant to my industry, and it puts next to the people I will hope to be working with regularly. Wish me luck!
As I sit here huddled under a thousand blankets, I wanted to update you on some of the things going on in my life.
1) The internship with the industry insider is going well. Since I deal with sensitive information, I can’t say what work I’m doing, but I do like it. It may be an alternative career path if/or when I get tired of acting.
2) I’m heading back to Dublin soon on a wing and a prayer. I have two leads for a place to stay. Hopefully one of them works out. If not, I’ll either stay in a hostel or if money is way too tight, then I’ll come back home. If that does happen, then I will defer the semester and come back in September with hopefully more money saved in the bank.
3) I managed to figure out some of the software on my laptop via a crap-ton of tutorials on YouTube. Yay, I don’t feel as computer illiterate anymore!
4) I have production assistant training coming soon. That will be in Los Angeles early spring. I needed to have an industry related career that was freelance and could also put cash in my pocket between gigs. I’m really excited to get to work on that.
That’s all for now. Pray that I don’t freeze into a popsicle in the meantime.
Good news, I’m now working with the industry insider that I wanted to work with. Because she is such an insider, I’m bound by an NDA so I won’t be able to post about my job. What I can talk about is one struggle associated with my job:
Word processing software.
Not necessarily the software in general, but the version that is downloaded on my laptop…it’s giving me serious hell! It took me nearly 2 hours to get one document done due to tabs being missing on this version without an option to download. I’m super pissy about it because I want to do well and not look like a total idiot.
When I go home tonight, I’m going to play around with it a bit more to see if I can correct the problems before Monday.
(Source: Student Problems Facebook.)
It’s the last week of the semester, and, like always, there is fuckery afoot. There are a couple of projects that involve groups that I’m a part of, that are due this week. One of the projects in particular is close to bringing out “HR/Corporate Shamma.”
Why? Well, one individual in particular who has:
•Not consistently attended class.
•Not answer questions when asked on the group chat.
•Only wants to participate in the project according to their own terms and not the requirements of our professor. (Meaning they want to delegate all of the tasks to everyone else and do nothing themselves.)
Now has the absolute gall to send me an email requesting to forward all of my work to them, in order to make “corrections.”
They already showed their ass from the start when when they tried to accuse another student in the class of being flaky; when in fact the accuser is flaky as hell! Second of all…corrections? For what? They weren’t in class when all of the notes were taken and the professor knows I’m writing the paper. He has a keen idea on who’s been putting in work and who has not, so any “corrections” this person has to make is a desperate attempt to look like they did something.
Another point I want to add, is the background of this individual. Like me, they came from a previous profession (not corporate) before diving into Drama School. Which means they are also carrying a massive ego by thinking they are better than the other students here. But here’s the rub: the class we have this project for, is more suited to my previous industry than theirs. It’s the reason why I’m writing the report in the first place. Also, while my previous profession has been pivotal in how I navigate this industry, I’m not shitting on the other students for not having those skills. Instead I’m offering them up to be used to get us the best grade possible.
These skills are going to be dusted off, again, for the most scathing corporate email I can possibly write to this classmate. Including a corporate jargon way of conveying they are not getting my notes and go to hell.
I kept my mind open at the staff meeting for the theatre to see what’s happening next. There were a lot of questions for why things are the way they are. Although there is a game plan moving forward, I still think the entire staff should tread carefully in regard to those changes and their own job security.
Thankfully, I still have my hours…for now.
I’ll update about job #2 on Sunday.
(Source: Patientce Foster and The Cream Agency Instagram.)
This Sunday, I’m attending a new music festival event that I am not working (what a shocker!) I’m going to listen to trap music and relax in my lawn chair with a book.
I’ve been working pretty much every day this summer without reprieve. My gears are grinding down to a halt and I’m in need of some semblance of self-care.
(Taken at the end of June.)
I’m also trying to support this lovely lady featured above. For those who don’t know, her name is Patientce (this is the correct spelling for her name) and this is her first major music festival that she’s putting on in her hometown…which also happens to be my hometown. She is also the industry insider that I have auditioned for before.
Now before you think this is my way of jumping in favor of her, the answer is no. Yes, she works with high powered people, but meeting her was truly enough for me. Besides I’m not going to be here in Delaware for much longer so working with her is now an impossibility. At this point I’m supporting building something good in this city that is not gentrified. I’ll post pictures on Instagram so be sure to follow me: @shammacasson.
(Source: I saw this on Facebook, but I don’t know the original creator of this photo.)
This is a public service announcement for all who have been following so far:
Just because I’m the only person you know who is capable of doing the job you need done, doesn’t mean I’m willing or available to do that job.
Here’s the backstory to that PSA:
One of my bosses from one of the three jobs I’m working at is putting on a live stage show that needs a Stage Manager. So far, I’m the only person they know that’s capable of doing the job, but one problem…I’m not available AT ALL. Besides the fact that I’m already not too keen on how things have been going with the production so far. It seems like more trouble than it should be, and my boss just won’t let up even though I said no.
Worse yet, they are bringing other people into the fold by saying I’m going to do the job.
Why does this annoy me?
1) I despise being volunteered for things I did not agree to. It’s rude and crosses a boundary because that person is pressuring me. They’re hoping I break down and say yes.
2) It’s not other people’s business what I’m doing work wise. If I want other people to know what I’m doing, I will tell them myself.
This may be a gig that I have to quit sooner than expected if the nonsense persists. I have zero patience right now.
(Taken late last month.)
There’s not much I can do about it. What I can do is take stock of where I’m at now:
•A decent theatre resume
•A film credit
•Nominated for a regional award
That’s what I have for the time being, though I managed to get this done at a rapid pace of 3 years (SAG alone takes some people a decade.)
Right now, the only thing I have going on is my YouTube channel until I work another film in 2019. I’ll try to keep this page updated on any industry related things that may come up in the meantime.
(Taken Monday after my epiphany.)
While I was rambling on one of my Instagram stories (saved in the highlights) about one of the films we showed at work: I thought about vlogging film and television reviews. A friend of mine suggested I use a separate platform as to not disrupt my current social media brand. Well that sparked something.
Currently I have an active YouTube channel that I use specifically for self-tape auditions. Since those links are usually private, I don’t have other content posted for the public to view. Until now.
Posting reviews is hardly anything new and there is plenty of competition out there for me. However, I just want a platform to air my grievances at other people over what I should actually be doing myself…work in the film industry. That is the premise. You are going to watch an actress who is also trained in the technical side of film, bitch and complain about why the production was bad, while also praising what’s good about it.
Don’t expect it to be comedic. Comedy is a precious skill afforded to few and its not my forte. My biggest hope is that it’s relatable and informative. Just like my blog.
I’m excited aren’t you?