I’m not allowed to complain about my job-job, as it pays for the printing of the new book. Period. No bitching. I can’t. But, man… I have a lot to bitch about. I’m sooooooooooooooo done with this crap and how network defines “casting” for this.

And then there’s the feature film I’m casting. And loving. And the… uh… high maintenance actors I’m encountering who make me change their audition appointments three times after having specifically requested the first appointment time (a request which was honored, of course). I realize: an actor who has “special requests” up front is far more likely to then change those requests and change them again and then never even show up than someone who just, up front, says, “I’ll make it work,” and does the job.

Also, I’m shocked at the questions actors ask when called in to audition. Shocked. No one would ask such things upon being contacted to have a job interview in ANY other industry. “Do I have to prepare all three pages?” “Is there any way I can come later? 11am is just so early for me.” “There’s no dialogue on this page. Only facial expressions. Do I have to do that for the audition?” Wow.

And, on the other end of the spectrum, there’s the actress who called back to say she actually couldn’t confirm her audition appointment for next week due to the fact that she’s currently in labor and isn’t sure how “up to auditioning” she’ll feel once she has a six-day-old child. Wow. Now, THAT’s a pro!

Okay… back to work. Not a day off in sight for weeks and weeks… and there hasn’t been one off since the migraine days. That can’t possibly count. The book is still due in a few weeks. That’s what keeps me going, when I have to do this horrific job-job every day. This is my last of this nature. No doubt.