Various updates

Just to catch up... more for myself than anything else... I'm back on my feet.  Kinda.  Right after disastrous roommate situation, I took a day job at an office.cafeteria for one day.  One day was all it was, I was replacing someone who was coming back the next day, and I didn't think anything of it... I mean I can scoop up green pees onto plates as good as anybody...

Next day I hear that they fired someone, And needed someone else but they most definitely didn't want me because I had cussed out a customer, and I was just trailer trash. 

I have never cursed a customer in my life, the temp service usually sends me out to country clubs where I get rave reviews, and we were all just befuddled.  Trailer trash is a new one... usually I get called arrogant if anything, but I'm not gonna worry about it...

Then, I hear from the guy who got fired and he said he was fired because he walked into the managers office and caught the manager and the chef snorting cocaine... and everything started to make sense. 

Coke?  Really?  How two thousand late...

Regardless,  the roommate from hell still hasn't turned up.  We did find a pic of the young guy He took off with in one of those
Awful papers that shows mugshots of wanted people... turns out he has a charge of' Carnal Knowledge of a Juvenile'  

If I'd have known about that, I would have called the cops.  To tell them what tree I'd  hung him from. 

After we found the pic in the paper, the management got a call from his girlfriend saying he'd gotten arrested for a traffic ticket and she needed money to get him out. (After they'd stolen from me and the hotel and snuck out a back door.  She's got guts, I'll give her that.) 

Uh huh....NO.

Regardless... got a new roommate... who lasted less than a week... no one knows what became of them, just disappeared leaving all the luggage being...

Moved to a new room with another guy and we're getting along ok... primarily because we never see each other... but he's nice enough.  I lent him the yellow Mardi Gras jacket for a date and it came back clean so we're good...

Did another movie which was ok,  except the director was an ass and the extras were plotting to kill him, (no really... if you've hired several real live bikers and their Harleys, you might wanna watch how you talk to them.  They're usually nice enough guys but they can take offence to being treated like sub humans.  Real extras are used to it... bikers aren't)

Onto another TV series this week where I will playing a desk clerk in a Paris Hotel... they called saying I have a great European look(which translates to a big nose far as I can tell) so we'll see how that works out. 

And there we are.

Just an update

So... today I went to day labor at 6 AM, and they gave me a ticket for 10 PM to work all night stocking shelves at WAL Mart... (this glam life of mine.... I'm sure you're just seething with jealousy) but that meant I had all day to find something too do with myself...

Of course, the proper thing to do, the SMART thing to do, would be to take a nice nap so I'm fully rested for work tonight. 

NAH. 

It is Mardi Gras... and the parades are going... but quite frankly they've been going and after you 've had to fight through them to buy a fast food hamburger three times, they start to wear a little thin.   And yeah, It's fun to stand there and scream"GIMME SOMETHIN'..." And catch beads, but there's always the problem of what the hell are you supposed to do with a gazillion cheap plastic beads when you get home... and I just generally wasn't feeling it. 

Then I realized that I've been having a problem getting certain parts in movies... and I looked at my pics on file and I figured out a certain part of the problem... I can't get upscale looking parts of all my pictures are showing me looking blue collar at best and homeless at worst...

I'm not complaining, those pics are getting me gigs, but I don't want to spend my entire career playing disgruntled workers and homeless guys.  

So... found a shirt and tie, cornered one of my fellow inmates, (here at St V's, we call ourselves inmates.  Hell the building has ASYLLUM carved into the roof, and there's some residents with a rather tenuous hold on reality, so why not?) and we had a little photo shoot...

I clean up pretty good, if I say so myself. So now maybe I'll get office guy Jobs.  Or disgruntled psycho office guy or something.  Well see.

Then I took a nap.  

Now , back to bluecollar clothes to work stocking shelves.  

My life is kinda schizophrenic,  isn't it?

I'm ready for my close up....

Well, technically, I've already had my close up... the NCIS episode aired last night and I spent the next few hours fielding phone calls and texts and Facebook...

Yep... That's me looking threatening and slightly cadaverous.  (And why do my ears look so bloody HUGE?)  

In case you missed it, they thought I had a gun and i didn't... And all in close up and some slo motion, and it was less than 30 seconds, but it was a really important 30 seconds.  And I did pretty dang good if I say so myself... 

And now I can see why they were worried about me being recognised from episode to episode cause my face was all up in it.

Now... if I can just convince the people on the street that it's traditional, or good luck, or something to hand money to people you recognise from TV, (and yes, I've had a few already) then I'd be all set...lol.

Sts Peter and Paul church

Filming on NCIS again today. Hoping I get off in time to see myself featured on the episode tonight....  the Extra Holding is actually in the Sts Peter and Paul church which had to be closed after hurricane Katrina. Its a fantastic 160 year old building... the scene is being filmed in what used to be the priory, and is actually older, having been built in the late 1700's. 

One of the co owners of the property  is here, he tells me that they're going to be refurbishing the building, keeping as much origional as they can (thank you) to be used as a nondenominational wedding venue.  The other buildings (church school and offices) are going to be converted to hotel.  Since its within walking distance of the French Quarter, I'm sure it will be successful. 

The interior had a pink and cream color scheme, which is unusual... but it worked... and now it had a lot a peeling paint and cracked plaster which thrills me for some reason. 

Keeping NOLA wierd

Ok. I'm not usually one type really appreciate graffiti... but every once in a while, you see something interesting...  i do like the bee. ..

And 

thisis really interesting ttoo. ..

Camellia season...

Actually, camelia season had been here for a while... all through Christmas locally, and there are some stunning displays locally.  But I decided to post a pic of this growing down the street from me. 

1)  I figured you and me both needed a break from acting posts broken occasionally by drama posts. And

2)  when life gets ugly, I try to find something pretty focus on and

3)  I don't actually know much about these plants, since I've never grown them, But they are nice, aren't they?

And so we carry on...

After the events of the disastrous room mate situation,  leaving me less than an inch from homeless, I've began rallying back. 

Just now... it strikes me that with my age... maturity, lets call it maturity... with maturity, I've actually gained some things.  If this had happened when I was in my 20s, it would have thrown me off balance.  I would have spent the next 2 week's raging, screaming and basically feeling sorry for myself, blaming the planet, and being useless. 

What did I do now?

I went to work. 

True...that may have been the most uncomfortable set I've every been on.  Its less than 40 degrees, we're at the South Side Harbor Marina, there 20 mile per hour winds coming off the water, and we're dressed for summer in Florida. 

Hell no.

But, I got my stuff... I moved into a cheap dorm, and I just carried on.  This isn't going to set me back.  Other people's karma is their problem.  My roommate was a senior citizen with a steady government check.  The young couple that he took up with are drug addicts who are taking advantage of him.  

Yes, there is a chance that they will find him by the road and his car long gone. 

I tried to block them... the hotel banned them from the property a month ago, but roommate was sneaking them in at night so they could squat. 

I would go to work in the morning, and he would sneak them into the room all day where they would sit and whine at him. 

God only knows what they've managed to manipulate him into... (I did get wind of one plan to run drugs across state lines and I certainly thought I'd squashed that...But when I'm working 12 hour days there's so much going on when not here, who knows)

He's decided, and he's not stupid so it was a decision, to steal my money and throw in with them.   So be it.  I can't worry about this.  You make your bed... you lie in it. 

I've got more movie checks coming in... the hotel is working with me (along with some of my stuff, the microwave, a space heater, and a few other things of theirs disappeared) and I'll just carry on.  It will mean RAMEN noodles for dinner for about a week, but I've survived worse and I get good food on set.

I apologise for the last post.   It was moment of self pity and angst that I'm getting past, all though I'm sure there will be a couple of flare-ups over the next few weeks, but I promise I'll to keep my head up and attitude positive.  

Carry on. 

Well Fudge

I'm sure y'all are getting really tired of my constant  drama. 

God knows I am. 

Here's the latest... a bunch of checks came in from the movie gigs all at once... I cashed them, and since the rent is paid tomorrow,  when I'll be on a movie set, I gave the money to my roommate, since the lease agreement is in his name. 

He, a senior citizen,  sent me to the store, took the money, all the food (he took the bloody Ramen noodles!) the hotels microwave and space heater, and, with the help of a couple of drug addicts who've been sucking up to him, took off in the space of 20 minutes. 

I've been working 12 hour days on set,
Days off set I work manual labour and/or banquet service, and now I have nothing to show for it. 

I'm left with about 20 bucks in cash, and basically trying to figure out if I'm homeless or not... the hotel is working with me, but we've got to figure this out... and there we are... 

Damn Damn Damn.  

I've often joked on Facebook that the starving actors gratefully accept donations.  Now I bloody mean it!