I woke up feeling more optimistic about the class abroad... but an email from a former teacher expressed some doubts on it's value unless I attend the theater every night while I'm there. Which will not be possible. Not only because of some evening seminars, but also because A) I plan to visit many, many pubs, and B) I am not made of money.
So, my hopefulness climbed two notches but has since fallen back one. It's like an emotional Bunny Hop.
I got about six calls from wardrobe yesterday, for Friday's commercial shoot. They wanted me to pop in today between 1-4 to their office in Hoboken. Which, may I point out, is in a different state. Um... Look, I feel you - you need to get this done and I need to be there, but I have a job (which I wish I did not have - and perhaps saving my money would be the best way to hopefully one day leave it... so maybe I should skip RADA for a more precious, long-term goal? [Ouch, my brain hurts.]), and a life that requires a weensy bit more advance notice than that.
My Diva Spiral continues, it seems... But, we compromised.
I still hadn't heard about travel and location, so during that call I asked the wardrobe guy: "Hey, you know anything about the location?"
"Yeah, it's right off the PATH in Jersey", he replied.
Dammit. New Jersey is not Massachusetts. Now, maybe I got the details wrong because I'd had a few auditions at the same casting office in two week's time, but I also wrote down the info from the callback voicemail from my agent, and I don't know why I'd write "Boston" if it was never mentioned. So, maybe my agent was wrong. Or maybe whoever told her was wrong or maybe the location was changed altogether...
Not that it really matters (except missing out on a travel stipend - shucks). It just sorta blows that I won't be riding the train (I love a good train ride - a few cocktails on the Acela and I'm in a low-rent paradise) or seeing friends, after all. Boo hoo.
Aw, forget it.