I got paid for my “big” spot today, and I will just admit, it’s really nice to get paid for acting.  Like, I know that some idealist part of me is trapped in some underground cavern screaming about how it’s the art that we need to focus on, not the reward, that doing is the gift, etc, etc, but right now, holme’s gotta relax.  It’s nice, dammit, to get paid for your work.

 

It’s 3pm on Saturday and I have an audition in 90 minutes, which is odd.  Someone screwed up, I guess; I don’t see how there is any other explanation to do first calls on a weekend.  So, I will go after I write this and take another shower.

 

Interestingly, I am technically quite sick right now.  Like, I am not stuffed up or anything like that, but Thursday night I had a fever and spent much of Friday in bed. I am still really hot (though I blame a bit of that temperature on this damn MacBook, which is 83°; the bottom of it is 104°--no wonder they are not called laptops anymore!) and I am wearing sunglasses, not just because my future is so bright I have to wear shades, but the sunlight is giving me an actual headache.  I am feeling very SoCal Goth in my sunglasses and shorts, listening to gently repetitive beats, with a bottle of Tylenol and a large glass of water, writing in my online journal about the glories of my recent acting paycheck.  Damn.  I never get headaches and I sure as hell did not expect to get sick on such a beautiful day.  Well done.

 

Freaking Tylenol.  It’s supposed to do stuff, right?  Like, remove the invisible vice on my head?  How about removing the steel wool behind my eyes, or perhaps removing the Volkswagen bus that’s in my midsection?  (It aches and shudders once in awhile.)

 

So, yeah, I got paid and now I gotta write a check to my manager and thrust some of this into savings. It’s a nice way to go into this audition, paycheck from another gig firmly ensconced in my wallet.

 

 

Anyway, time for shower and a trip to 200 S. LaBrea to be a friendly Volkswagen dealer who looks like someone who would work at the Apple store.  I drive a VW and I could easily work at an Apple store.  Talk about a good agent...