I get into his office about 20 minutes early. I’m asked by the rude receptionist (who I’m sure is just bitter that she has to work for this guy) to leave the office because I’m too early and there’s no room. I look around at the four to five empty seats in the waiting room, smile, and say sure. I exit the suite and go outside. It’s February… and about five degrees. I walk the block trying to find a coffee shop, somewhere to stay for ten minutes and there’s NOTHING on this block at all. So, I decide to circle the block on foot to keep my nose snot from freezing (I fail). Ten minutes later, I walk back up. I smile and look cheery, but I must have looked cold because rude receptionist actually looked like she felt sorry for me. She said, “Guess it’s pretty cold out there, huh?” YEAH.

I sit and wait… I wait an hour. Good thing I wasn’t sitting there for too long before my appointment.

Finally, I’m called in. I’m ready to go with my great monologue. First, we chitchat. He’s pretty friendly actually! I start my monologue on camera. In the middle of my monologue, the phone rings in the audition room. I keep going. It rings again, he picks it up and begins screaming a string of foul invectives the like of which I have rarely heard. He is talking to his office staff: “YOU *$^% $#^^&^* idiot!!! I’VE TOLD YOU NOT TO PUT CALLS THROUGH WHILE I’M *$^% $#^^&^* AUDITIONING!! WHAT THE *$^% $#^^&^* IS WRONG WITH YOU???” and on and on. Then he picks up the actual call and tells his friend on the other end of the line, “I’m in an audition. My stupid f***ing staff shouldn’t have put you through.” But he continues his phone conversation for three to four minutes anyway.

I have NO IDEA what to do… so I just go to the end of the monologue and finish before he finishes his call, smiling blandly into the camera. Then, he leaves the room and I can hear him swearing and screaming to his entire office in the next room. His assistant (who is in the room with me) looks at me with a face full of horror. Then she says, “Read any good books lately?” I’m on the verge of laughing out loud now, but I chitchat politely, both of us ignoring the worst act of childishness I’ve ever witnessed in an adult.

He comes back in and does not apologize to me. He then tells me to do the monologue again. I do it and he gives me direction mid-monologue and then compliments (!!) me that I take direction well. I leave and get outside, then have a complete laughing breakdown. None of my friends could believe the story I told them.