I’m into the third week of my new job and it’s already starting with the nonsense. So far I have already received unsolicited life advice from someone I’m pretty sure is 15 years younger than me, cattiness between coworkers, and cranky customers. While I know this is typical of any job, I had sincerely hoped that I was going to enter into a more pleasant environment. Especially since management is cool with working with my schedule.
I just have to remember that all of this is helping me with my career goals and it’s not permanent.
My trip to New York wasn’t exactly restful due to the fact that I had to come back late last night in order to work this morning. But this is my life now.
I didn’t mention the new job I’m working at now, simply because I wasn’t trying to jinx it. I had post back in March, talking about a job that couldn’t stick to my availability. I had to quit that job and remain worried about money for the next month and a half.
I’m happy to be working somewhere and the job isn’t bad. My financial goals for SAG and Dublin are still on track.
(Source: The Franklin Institute Facebook Page.)
Right now I’m traveling northbound to New York by way of Amtrak. I very rarely use their service because it is so expensive. $200. If I was wealthier, I would use them all of the time. Taking this route is the most luxurious and time efficient to get to the city.
My most used method is either the Greyhound, Bolt or MegaBus. It’s roughly a 3 hour commute as opposed to a 1 1/2 hour commute. My average ticket price is about $15.
My second hope tonight, in addition to performing my monologue without blowing it, is to get a return on my investment. Either winning the event, a job, or an agent. I’m not picky.
You know which wedding I’m talking about.
Meghan was absolutely stunning and Harry was so happy. They looked so in love…I’m still an emotional pile right now.
As I said when they first got engaged, I’m living vicariously through them. With a history of bad dating experiences, coupled with financial struggles, I just can’t see myself ever getting married. Would it be nice? Yes. But my life sucks right now and I’m fighting hard to fix it. There’s no time for a guy. Plus many of them didn’t match well with me.
The only marriage I will have, is the one to my career. Cheers to that.
(Source: Thespian Peacock Tumblr and Pinterest.)
I got a last minute invite to the Manhattan Monologue Slam. Believe it or not, I have never heard of this showcase until a couple of weeks ago. One of the background actresses I met on the set of Creed 2 was inviting a group of us to be a part of the Philadelphia branch of this project. They weren’t able to pull off the May start date like they wanted, so instead we were invited to the original in NYC.
They only give us 30 seconds of time to perform a monologue. If they like us, we can move on to a bigger event where we would perform a 1-2 minute monologue. Either way it is a good event to attend as there are agents, celebrities, casting directors, and a slew of creatives in the audience watching you. The event itself is great for networking.
My biggest hope is to perform the monologue all the way through. I chose a brief part from the play ‘Carmilla’ that I was in as that would be most comfortable for me. The last time I attempted to perform one, I bombed it and had a panic attack during my audition for ‘Twelfth Night.’……………………………………………………………Please Jesus, see me through this.
There’s been several people complaining on Twitter about appetite suppressants being sold by Kim Kardashian. Their anger is that she is promoting it to impressionable youth. How dare her?!
Let me be clear…I don’t like Kim Kardashian or her family. I think they get way too much press and to quote something I tweeted earlier: she enjoys wearing the cloak of a sex worker without any of the backlash. With that being said, I think people are making this a bigger thing than it is.
I sell diet products and I have used appetite suppressants recently. But if I were to tell you that, in my youth, a celebrity compelled me to be skinny, I would tell you no.
For me it started at home. Not to air out my dirty laundry, but my mom complained about being fat (she never was) all of the time. That mindset trickled down to me, which is where most of my issues regarding weight come from. So if kids are desperate to use this product, the people who raised them is where I would look to first. Besides, if she really is in charge leading youth to follow in her image, then their parents really are failing to guide them properly.
Stepping off my soapbox now.
(Source: Hyperbole and a Half by Allie Brosh.)
You know that dream that everyone has once in their lives? The one where you show up to take a test you didn’t study for?
I had that, but instead, I wasn’t prepared for a show and my director admonished me for it.
The funny thing is it started out with the director giving me the script and said come in for tomorrow for the first rehearsal. I did that and the first rehearsal ended up being the show instead. I asked for the cast to take a vote because they were more prepared than I was, if they wanted me to leave. They preferred that I face my shame and go on with the performance like normal.
My dream basically set me up to fail and I wondered what this meant in my conscious life. No production would ever run this way, but it is a common dream amongst many of us. Is the unpreparedness a signal that we are on the wrong path? Like if we were given a quiz or a script we didn’t prepare for, is the dream telling us that we are not prepared for an important moment in our lives.
For me I’m going to say yes.
I’m trying extra hard to do the right thing, taking on extra jobs, setting myself up for success in Ireland, but something in my gut is screaming “WRONG WAY!!!” My only hope is to figure out the right way soon, so I’m not wasting my time.
I’ve mentioned more than once that I have yet to see a live performance of Hamlet. Some good news was delivered to me, by way of Shakespeare Magazine, as they announced a new production of Hamlet at the Gate Theatre in Dublin.
This run with Ruth Negga as the lead, coincides perfectly with my move to Dublin. The tickets are a decent price too. My butt will be in a seat, late September for this production!
My job somehow obtained the court record of the Weinstein Co. bankruptcy proceedings. Before starting my shift today, I took some time to be nosy and peruse through the document.
A detail that I have forgotten about living in Delaware, is that this state makes it all too easy to incorporate businesses here…sometimes in shady forms. The Weinstein Company is no different and it made me wonder, how many major entertainment companies are incorporated with a business address in Delaware? (I once heard a rumor that Creative Artists Agency has an address here, but I don’t know that for certain.)
At some point before the hearing, Harvey Weinstein had to make an appearance in Delaware in order to retrieve some of his company’s documents. Given that the business address, bankruptcy law firm, district court, and possible hotel he stayed at are all a few short blocks within each other and my home; I shudder to think that a monster like him was so close by. I sincerely hope a few employees of the hotel and court at least gave him a noticeable stink eye as he walked past.
(Source: Facebook. I need minions to do my bidding.)
Yesterday I wore myself out with errands and I ended up falling asleep while it was still light outside. As a result, I’m up in the middle of the night now. Of course, late night lounging begets late night thoughts…
•I want to be wealthy enough to hire someone to remove my makeup while I sleep.
•How hard would it be to take over the world, and does playing Risk count as strategic planning?*
•I wonder if people could use the Force but their third eye is blocked, so they can’t.
•My birthday is coming up, maybe I should go out.
Ok, I’m done with being silly. Back to bed now.
*borrowed joke from Eddie Izzard. I love Eddie!