I had my first callback today. It felt wonderful. Thank you Lord, for friendly, funny, genuine people. They were in the lobby and in the hallway and in the audition room. They spilled into the rest of the day. They were in lobbies of other places I went. They magically appeared in offices where I was. I saw a woman literally stop and smell a rose. Afterwards, another woman walked by and smiled at me like Mr. Rogers neighborhood. And when I offered a homeless, very sick looking man a bottle of water, he could barely speak, and instead of snapping at me or being frustrated, he smiled with his eyes and took it. Thank you new friends, strangers, and old friends, for today.
Category: My Journey
I’d look right with a pit bull. We both look tired, have no eyelashes or eyebrows, have gymnast legs, pug noses, & scare people sometimes.
Just bought a new pair of shoes for the first time in years. You know what it comes with? A SHOEBOX!!! 🙂 I had forgotten. #simplejoys
I’m always careful to not wear too much make-up on our street so as to not be mistaken for a man. #hollywood #trannies
I’m only friends with people who poop.
20 Ways to be #PositivelyPoorInLA
- When you can only afford water at the bar, you can say you’re on “a cleanse.”
- When you can’t afford shampoo and your hair gets clumpy and wild, you can say you’re from Venice Beach. ‪
- When you’re wearing the same clothes you wore decades ago because you could never buy new ones, you can say you’re being “retro”.
- When your hair is greasy, your clothes are dirty, and you’re too skinny from hunger, you can say you are a “hipster”.
- When you need work, the tranny hookers in your neighborhood are a reminder that there are always jobs out there.
- When you can’t afford a gyno and Google’s advice is fingering yourself with tea tree oil, you can say you “like holistic healing.”
- When becoming homeless feels like a possibility, you can take solace in knowing everyone has a car to live in.
- When you start selling marijuana to pay your bills, you’re not alone.
- When acne takes over your face from being in survival mode, you can say it’s because you’re going to be the lead in an acne infomercial.
- When you have to ride the bus, the other people on the bus are a bright reminder of how sane you are.
- When you are biking because you can’t afford gas, you save money on gas.
- When hitchhiking seems like a good idea, you can say you are into “innovative networking.”
- When you’re late from walking miles to get somewhere, you can blame it on traffic.
- When you arrive somewhere sweaty from walking, biking, chasing the bus or from anxiety during your hitchhike you can say you “just got back from  Runyon Canyon.”
- When you can only eat rice and beans, you’re “gluten free.” And dairy free. And soy free. And meat free. And nut free!
- When you eat other people’s food left on the table at a restaurant, you can call yourself an “adventurous foodie”.
- When you get caught eating out of a trashcan, you can say you’re putting together your audition tape for Top Chef.
- When you’re starving, you can call it “fasting.”
- When you become too hungry to respond emotionally to life, you can say you’re really into this new “natural botox.”
- When you write about how poor you are on social media as a cry for help, you can say your manager told you to strengthen your online presence.
Thank you to Christopher Schram and Shane Portman for their contributions.
Had an emotions class. Learned I have a fear of doing the emotion fear and I wouldn’t participate. Does this mean I pass or fail?
Laundry Woman
Last minute audition today! For a hardware store. Breakdown only said: Laundry Woman. Fit because she does yoga. Wardrobe: Christmas Casual. I found all of this hysterical! And naturally assumed I must be a woman who does laundry at a Christmas factory. Luckily all of my Laundry Woman Christmas Factory clothes do not exist. So I wore a red sweater, which was more appropriate when I found out at the casting office that I was simply a woman buying a washing machine. I think the spirit of the Low Status Woman Joyfully Washing Clothes for Elves in a Factory on Casual Christmas Friday still shined through my work and that it went well.
3 Things I Learned on Tuesday: Part 1 Debt
1) Donald Trump’s companies have filed for bankruptcy 4 times.
While reading the highly trustworthy and classy Examiner, maybe for the first time, and without knowing how I ended up there, I saw a link for an article about people going from riches to rags. I hesitated to click on it because I didn’t want to give any energy to stories about people who finally made it somewhere and then lost it, thinking that I may read something that would make me anxious later. But I clicked it anyway and it wasn’t very scary or life-changing, just people’s natural ups and downs, some from being frivolous, some from injuries, some from negative life events who bounced back even higher… But Donald Trump’s story gave me new perspective. I was shocked to find out that four of his companies had filed for bankruptcy, because they were millions, sometimes billions of dollars short.
I’m short. By inches. And debt wise, I’m barely making it each month, but I am. I sometimes think about how filing for bankruptcy would be helpful, but then I think, “No, no, you can pay back that $15,000 and if you didn’t, the world would end.” Continue reading “3 Things I Learned on Tuesday: Part 1 Debt”
Duck Banter
The other day, while I was home working, I heard a man and a woman arguing outside. Like really yelling, back and forth, with the speed and intensity that only a couple that has been together for a while could organically volley. Being a good neighbor, I went to the window to be entertained, and/or make sure everyone was all right. And there was a tan man, probably 5’10” with gray hair, fit, with a thin woman, who was shorter than him, with dark auburn hair, and he was saying, with complete sincerity, “Yes, I love you, but you’ve been pushing for a long time, and now I WANT TO PUSH THE CART!” And he was pushing a red shopping cart filled with garbage bags filled with recyclables down the very center of our street.
Ha! This homeless couple, who may be thin from hunger or Meth, seemed like a pair of ducks who mated for life, and despite the actions they were taking, their words were said in the exact same manner that any middle class sweet pair of ducks would argue. I loved it.
It makes me wonder if incredibly rich people banter in the same way too. “Yes, I love you, it’s just that your space butler/chaeffuer/secretary has been managing the family business for the past hour and I want MY space butler/chaeffuer/secretary to manage the business now!” Or whatever incredibly rich people may argue about. Maybe they will come have a conversation outside of my window and I’ll find out.
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