1:00 in the afternoon and I am not dressed yet. It's as if this endless search for a job has left me bathing in my own frustration. Either that, or I am a lazy bum. Hell, it could be a mixture of the two.
I went to 7 different restaurants yesterday seeking work. I wish I would have been a bit more prepared for the residuals and unemployment to stop coming all of a sudden. Needless to say, this is a wake up call. I can't sit around and feel sorry for myself. But I also can't bring myself to accept financial help from friends or loved ones. Maybe I will know more tomorrow. Hell, maybe I'll know more tonight when I head over to Jerry's Famous Deli to inquire about the server position.
Here it is, the beginning of February, and I have no idea what is happening with this so called "pilot season". I am back with my original theatrical agent after cutting ties with this psycho manager I signed with. But still, I have not had one single audition. I hate to think that it is because I fall into this quirky category that not many shows need or are looking for. This seems to be the problem every fucking year. They love me in the commercial world, but in the theatrical one it seems I will always be the guy with the under 5 role.
I just sold an old porn dvd on E-Bay. I figured I need to sell some of this stuff, especially since it is collecting dust in my closet. The guy wanted to come to my house and pick it up to save on shipping costs. Um...yeah...not gonna happen. I don't want some psycho showing up. Drive here all the way from San Diego? Yeah...he has to be nuts.
I guess I need to get out and get some shit accomplished. I need to get my door lock on my car fixed...so I guess it's back to the auto body place, again!
I went to 7 different restaurants yesterday seeking work. I wish I would have been a bit more prepared for the residuals and unemployment to stop coming all of a sudden. Needless to say, this is a wake up call. I can't sit around and feel sorry for myself. But I also can't bring myself to accept financial help from friends or loved ones. Maybe I will know more tomorrow. Hell, maybe I'll know more tonight when I head over to Jerry's Famous Deli to inquire about the server position.
Here it is, the beginning of February, and I have no idea what is happening with this so called "pilot season". I am back with my original theatrical agent after cutting ties with this psycho manager I signed with. But still, I have not had one single audition. I hate to think that it is because I fall into this quirky category that not many shows need or are looking for. This seems to be the problem every fucking year. They love me in the commercial world, but in the theatrical one it seems I will always be the guy with the under 5 role.
I just sold an old porn dvd on E-Bay. I figured I need to sell some of this stuff, especially since it is collecting dust in my closet. The guy wanted to come to my house and pick it up to save on shipping costs. Um...yeah...not gonna happen. I don't want some psycho showing up. Drive here all the way from San Diego? Yeah...he has to be nuts.
I guess I need to get out and get some shit accomplished. I need to get my door lock on my car fixed...so I guess it's back to the auto body place, again!
unnecessaryz:
Just keep rocking the hell out of the commercial world. You're lucky that anyone even wants you in front of the camera. I can't even get myself put in the back of a Pizza Hut commercial as Guy in Line #6. That's why us editors are bitter coke heads.