Two Turtle Turds

This week, two of the same, in a way... Auditions that is... Or "they" were... Actually, call backs... And most specifically "same day, straight to call back, first call with producers, can you get there in an hour" sessions.

Usually, I love these suckers... I mean why waste the time and the gas to just have to come back later... And if you can get right to the people making the decisions... Most excellent.

And I'm all for out of the box thinking... "But hairy, intimidating motor cycle biker" was one of them...

But when I was told to wear my Harley gear or leather pants... I was like... "Do you even know who I am?" I mean, I can put on ripped blue jeans and a sleeveless, but I look like I'm heading to home depot, not a motorcycle rally.

On Thursday, when I entered the room, the director couldn't have cared less that I was standing in front of him... Actually, I think I annoyed him... Do you know that look... "You're wasting my time... How could you think you'd be right for this..." Well, okay, maybe that was my own stuff put on him... But he was without a smile... Without patience... Without warmth... Luckily behind him were several producers... And they smiled,  said hello, or laughed at my jokes... At one point, when one guy blurted out a laugh at something I said off the cuff... I pointed and was like... "Thanks for getting that."

Yesterday's audition was much friendlier... But as far as direction... Well, let's just say it was all, "get in, get out, thank you very much." Ah, yes, 60 minutes driving to get there... 60 minutes driving to get home... Ah, yes.

It's my job... It's what I do... I wanted to vent immediately to everyone I knew... Thankfully, no one picked up... After ten minutes of sitting in traffic, I decided to open the windows and vocalize... So if you were on the 10 yesterday, and you heard someone singing operatic scales... Yeah, that was me...

-- And A Quiche-ridge Sitting In Traffic ~ Tom Kiesche