Hey TV past- change my reality will you?…(7Pi7D)

You know when someone guest blogs, they always start off with the major in-your-face ad about themselves and then explain that they are guest blogging for so and so, and hopefully you like it?

Yeah. Well this is no different.

Sorry.

Current mood: Miffed.

I almost left my job to get a TV gig. That’s how close I was to losing any sense of reality. I did the pilot and a few promos and then the promises came, but the call did not.

Well, actually, I got the “don’t call me, I’ll call you” from the network.

And then months later, I noticed some yup faced 23 year old replaced me.

(Thanks, TV world, I should have never told you I’m almost pushing the 30 year old mark)

A certain form of defeat always comes when you put yourself out there, attend multiple casting calls and auditions and get a false hope that the person that you once were- the little child star– still has the ability to kick ass in the industry.

A certain form of cynicism builds up when people in the industry are in reality, a better actress than you are, only because you bought their overly enthusiastic reaction to your audition hook line and sinker, only to realize they’ve been trained to give you enthusiasm, regardless if they like you or not.

But most importantly, the biggest form of annoyance at the world, to where you ALMOST get to the point of pulling out a sledge hammer and bludgeoning materialistic things around you happens when you head back to your actual 9-5 bill paying job after an audition, in the rain, with your hair almost to the point of reliving Medusa’s life, and you think you scored a front row parking to the building, only to realize:

The new hire who is pushing 75 years old parked his black corvette in two parking spots, closest to the door.

When you lose a part in an audition and head back to the job you really don’t like, and someone takes up TWO.PARKING.SPOTS.CLOSEST.TO.THE.ENTRANCE, it makes you just…

… snap.

I was *this* close to keying his stupid car as I walked the mile back in the rain to the entrance of my work.

Another day in Dallas. Thanks for listening. You’re cheaper than my shrink.

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