The Devil Is In The Details
Every time I book paying work I am reminded of all the little details one must keep in check. A few will always be overlooked the first time around, and so you vow to be more diligent next time, but inevitably one escapes you again, and as you go to scoop it up another gets away, and so on. Slip, scoop, slip, scoop…
Hopefully with every go-around you get better and better at managing the minutia – but I have a feeling that something will always manage to wriggle from my grasp. Maybe I need to try Sudoku.
Case in point: This upcoming commercial gig. I've been in touch with the production team since Monday, and yesterday they emailed me my train and hotel reservations, but it wasn't until just now that I remembered that Susan Atwood is not my real name. So, if I tried to get my tickets with my real ID… I'd be screwed. I just asked the production staff to change the name on the reservation, which should be simple enough, but, damn, if I don't feel like a fool. Duh.
So there's today's lesson: Don't forget to make sure all important documents pertaining to a job are in your real name. (Unless you're incorporated and recognized as a business – or whatever the heck it is that some actors do, which I have not done, but may someday. Who knows).
And don't fret about the whole name thing. The only reason I opted for a different moniker was because there were other actresses with exact or similar names – one being a tall, blonde singer, and I just could not abide with being confused with someone so loathsome ;)
Funny story about my name: (a lot of colons in this post) I met this agent once who was adamant that I had "a very famous – no, infamous! – name". I found that odd since I'd researched it before picking it, and nothing of interest had ever come up. But I smiled anyway and nodded – pretending like I knew what she was talking about. Come to find out, she'd confused my stage name with that of Susan Atkins, who is, indeed, quite infamous.
I never bothered to correct her.
Have a good weekend.