Hard Labor

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I came across a quote this morning from the wonderful actor, James Hong... it really hit home for me: "... I saw my buddies there with the same calendar, crossing out the dates, counting how many days until sick leave or vacation time. It reminded me of a prison and how they cross out each day they're there."

He was referring to going back and visiting an engineering office that he once worked at before he became a full-time actor.

The reason this is so meaningful for me is that in my cubicle at work I have three different calendars posted on the wall. Each represents a different portion of my job that I have to keep track of. And at the end of every day, I cross out the date with a highlighter marker on each of the three calendars. I've been doing that for years -- crossing out the day as it ends -- at every day job I have ever had.

The thing is, I haven't given myself a time limit on how long I'm going to keep pushing until I "get somewhere" as an actor. I will keep pushing even after I've "gotten somewhere" (wherever that may end up being). Although I guess I have given myself a time limit on how long I will continue looking at this same cubicle and these same calendars. I mean, it's just a day job. It's money. It's how I make a living until I find that elusive moment where I have the opportunity to show the casting director and producers what I can do and have them feel that they absolutely cannot make that film or TV show without me.

And it will happen. I always feel like I'm right on the edge of something, like I'm right on the precipice, and it's just a matter of time until I find the right path that will lead me to the bridge to the other side.

My mom often asks me why I want to be famous. I keep telling her that I don't necessarily want to be famous, or even rich, really. I just want to be able to look forward to going to work each day. I want the first thought in my head to be, "I gotta get to the set. I get to ACT today!" I just want to be able to make a good enough of a living so that I don't need to carry a day job, so that I don't have to deal with those same damn cubicles and calendars and migraine headaches from the fluorescent lighting and staring at those tiny little numbers on Excel spreadsheets anymore.

I know there are others out there... other people, like me, who go to their day jobs and spend half their time trying to come up with a roster of plausible excuses so they can sneak out during the day to audition; and the other half trying to find a day job that will allow them to have a flexible enough schedule so they can go audition without having to lie... one that will also pay a decent wage and offer the same kind of benefits that their current day job does (that's the hard part). And then we spend the commute to and from work each day thinking about just giving up the day job grind altogether, risking bankruptcy and life without health coverage, so we can throw ourselves into acting 100%... damn the torpedoes.

Truthfully, the health insurance benefits are the only thing that keeps me shackled to this cubicle every day. I have been through a catastrophic illness, and I realize that had I not been insured at the time, I would most certainly be dead. The idea of going out there without that net scares the bajeezus out of me, and my husband, too. So damning the torpedoes really isn't an option.

Although as I cross off another calendar box, I sure think about it.

Barry the Bug - The end of an Era

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Today I took my beloved 1973 Superbeetle in to the bug doctor for a heart transplant (otherwise known as an engine re-build). This has never happened before... I bought Barry for $650 cash on June 8, 1980. I have been driving him ever since, and have never owned another car.

Barry was still putting along on the original, factory-issue engine up until this morning. When I pulled into the mechanic's, I made a written note of the following:

Born (built) - March 13, 1973
Died (rebuilt) - March 30, 2005
Age - 32 years
Miles - 363,822.50

I asked that my mechanic save me a little piece if his original engine block. I feel like I've got a beloved pet at the animal hospital and it's serious... I mean, I got really ATTACHED to that car.

He made it through college with me, my first marriage (and the ensuing divorce), moved to LA with me in 1988... he took me to Alaska from Colorado and back -- twice. I've slept in him, escaped reality up the coast in him, driven to weddings and new jobs and funerals... cried in him and laughed in him, sat in 405 traffic for hours in him. He's been the one absolute constant in my life as long as I've had a driver's license and has been as much of a part of my family as my brothers and sister. Sometimes even more so... my siblings and I will lose touch for a couple of months at a time, but Barry the Bug has been with me every single day.

Is it crazy to mourn a car?

Thinking...

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Monday, March 28, 2005

I think I need to write more often. After re-reading some previous posts, I realize that there's a lot more going on in my head than I'm writing down. And since this is my currently chosen method of therapy, perhaps I should write more, even if I don't feel I have something interesting to say.

I feel like I've run into a roadblock of some sort in my quest to be a working actor. I'm studying and I'm 'out there' -- I've been working pretty steadily doing voiceovers and narrations... I have good headshots and I keep my resume current. I submit to everything I find that is suiable for my age and type. But I cannot get an agent to answer any of my submissions or come to a play performance. I can't seem to find the path to get over this hump.

Every day I take an honest look at what I'm doing and not doing. I scan the trades and boards every day... I attend workshops and industry functions. I send mailings and updates and post on boards. I read and study and submit and work really hard at being active and visible all the time. What am I not doing that I need to be?
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My husband says I need to stay in contact with old friends and acquaintences that are in the business. I try that, I really do, but for some reason it feels cheap to me to reach out and bug someone that I was intimate with or worked with ten years ago and ask them to set me up with their agent. Am I crazy? Should I drop a line to my old boyfriend (who's now married, but he's been doing voiceovers on a very successful TV show for several years and has quite a few successful films to his name as well) and ask him to hook me up with his voiceover agent? Or should I send a letter to another old flame who's a successful stunt actor and director?

Feedback appreciated.
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I'm harboring a whole lot of ickiness towards my Bloody Day Job... it's not that I don't like my job (well, I DON'T, but I don't hate it, either) but I'm starting to really resent the fact that it's infringing on my acting career, my personal life, my mental well being, even my ability to go to the gym on a regular basis. I understand that I gotta eat and have health insurance and all of that, but at the same time, I am watching myself get sucked further and further into the corporate maze that is my company, and it's not what I want. I'm also starting to exhibit symptoms of job-related stress, and THAT's interfering wth my marriage and my health.

I can't afford to just quit outright. My income is integral to the household. My husband's business doesn't have health insurance, and it's still in the growing stages anyway, so he doesn't have the income to keep us afloat by himself. I already asked my employer if it would be possible for me to alter my schedule (working four 10-hour days with three days off, instead of the Monday-Friday thing) but they wouldn't go for that.

So how does a person with a full-time "9-5" style day job pursue acting without losing their mind?