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Aug. 18th, 2003 08:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rmLife's looking up a bit, although I have a deep melancholia or perhaps just a bit of deep gripping fear at me. I dunno. Don't want to talk about it. I scold people for their paranoia and then I find myself in the throes of my own.
Anyway, got called in for 3 auditions this week from headshots and one I can't go to because of a prior committment on another show. That felt weird. But okay. Maybe even good, in a fucked up way. I don't know.
I have a dance class now. Mainly to get a photo ID. It's a long story and it's definitely adding to my emotional warriness (the class, not the ID).
Emptied and cleaned the freezer last night post-blackout and did half the dishes. When I get home, the fridge, and the other half of said dishes.
Might be finding out about the billboard today, if the blackout didn't fuck his schedule, which it surely did. I've been working on not being emotionally invested or optimistic because I wasn't feeling at my best on the shoot (and my hair was making us both nuts), and he wanted a woman making a neutral facial expression. My neutral tends to look like an indictment, and while that would be cool looming over all of you, don't think it's what he's going for. But it's in the back of my mind anyway.
P.S. -- the audience comes first, always. And if you're not working that way, you're not just wasting their time, you're probably wasting your own and that of the people on your team. And as anyone who knows me can attest, I abhor having my time wasted, and it makes me mean. This is one of those obvious sorts of statements that takes longer to figure out than you think. But now that I get it, I sure wish everyone else would too.
Anyway, got called in for 3 auditions this week from headshots and one I can't go to because of a prior committment on another show. That felt weird. But okay. Maybe even good, in a fucked up way. I don't know.
I have a dance class now. Mainly to get a photo ID. It's a long story and it's definitely adding to my emotional warriness (the class, not the ID).
Emptied and cleaned the freezer last night post-blackout and did half the dishes. When I get home, the fridge, and the other half of said dishes.
Might be finding out about the billboard today, if the blackout didn't fuck his schedule, which it surely did. I've been working on not being emotionally invested or optimistic because I wasn't feeling at my best on the shoot (and my hair was making us both nuts), and he wanted a woman making a neutral facial expression. My neutral tends to look like an indictment, and while that would be cool looming over all of you, don't think it's what he's going for. But it's in the back of my mind anyway.
P.S. -- the audience comes first, always. And if you're not working that way, you're not just wasting their time, you're probably wasting your own and that of the people on your team. And as anyone who knows me can attest, I abhor having my time wasted, and it makes me mean. This is one of those obvious sorts of statements that takes longer to figure out than you think. But now that I get it, I sure wish everyone else would too.
