Good and Bad News

First, the bad.

I got yet another rejection letter today from another potential employer. I’m beginning to think I’ve got the plague or something. Maybe it’s because I’m not shifty enough to be a car salesman (which was the job I applied for) but meh, I’m still out there trying for anything. With just a few unemployment checks left, I’m *this* much closer to flipping burgers for a living, provided they even want me.

So what could possibly be the good news?

I was booked for my first role as an extra! I will post no details here but the call time for the shoot is very early and not too close to home. That means going to bed very early the night before and waking up very early the day of the shoot. At least this will show that I am working–or making an effort–so that California doesn’t get all pissy and whatnot about my unemployment status. All income has to be reported so it will be deducted from my next unemployment check anyway.

During the interview with the Casting Director, I was asked if I would be opposed to shaving my goatee to play the role of a sheriff. I had no problem with that but replied, “Excuse me?” just because I was feverishly taking notes–a requirement for these kinds of jobs–at the same time. Instead I was cast as a protester so no big deal. I really wouldn’t have had an issue with shaving it off but in hindsight, it was a good idea I didn’t because:

• One of the requirements of the job is that you must update your photo whenever your physical appearance changes, and this can only be done in person not online. So I would have had to spend my day in line again at the agency just to switch photos. Nah.
• If I had shaved, I could have just waited for it go grow back and not change my photo but then I wouldn’t have gotten any work because nothing matched. Figured it would be easier to maintain my look and keep looking for work than change it, take a new photo, then if I decided to let it come back, take another one. Too much.

This will definitely give my note-taking skills a test because many, many notes need to be taken for each call. But it’s work.

So instead of sitting around wondering what those yellow signs are for and what’s being filmed, I will now be on the inside looking out.

Fuckin’ eh, man. I’m gonna be in a movie or TV show (it wasn’t specified). How odd is this?