Dear Tina,
Let’s just forget the 4 months happened. I have turned into one of those schmoes who makes promises of grandeur that neglect the simple truth that I have a lazy and easily distracted brain. What else can I say? So we move on.
Since we last checked in with one another, you released your first book, announced you are pregnant with your second child, and received an Emmy nomination for Outstanding Lead Actress for the fifth year in a row.
I read your first book, became eligible for food stamps, and received a bladder infection.
Six of one, half a dozen of the other, really.
To add a positive spin on things, I finally landed a job at the end of March that, while it may not pay much, it certainly has had the positive effect of giving me a reason to get out of bed before 10 and a consistent means of paying rent. My life this past winter was a little JonathanLarsononian, what with all the sing-wallowing and trash can fires. I’m working as an assistant at a talent agency and so far the experience has served to remind me that my instinct to abandon Acting after I graduated with a degree in said concentration was the right one. One of my responsibilities is to tape potential new talent reading a side we have provided to get a sense of their style. Lucky them, they also get me as their reader. While I try to offer my years of training to the task, my delivery comes across about as thoughtful and natural as it did when I was 18 and cast as a dillusional, middle-aged, German fortune teller (That one just kept getting better and better. Vasse!). During these sessions, I get so nervous that I’ll misread the action lines and start fake crying when I should be fake laughing, that I generally bury my nose in the pages, making me about as useful a scene partner as an audio book.
Not that this makes me unqualified for the job, as a majority of my responsibilities take place at my desk. There I answer phone calls, email a sundry of industry people *wink, wink, handshake, handshake*, and go through the mail, tossing out headshots and resumes of the little babies who were thoughtful enough to put together a mailing. It’s not my fault! We don’t represent kids!
I have to say I love it. Not just because when I go out at night and people ask me what I do, I no longer have to say “Ohh I’mm kindddaaaa freelancingg right nowww? I love it!”, but also because I work with an eclectic group of people who may be even sassier than me. And nothing keeps me grounded and motivated quite like sass.
I must say it’s been a healthy four months, with a major check completed on the Cath Career To-Do List. Looking to the future, I am adding “Earn more than I spend” and “Don’t answer the phone with food in my mouth” to the list. Just to keep me focused.
30 Rock Quote of the Day:
Cerie: You can have a career at any time, but you only have a really short period when you can be a young, hot mom. If you wait too long, you could be, like, 50 at your kid’s graduation.
Liz: 50’s not that old, Cerie.
Cerie: Oh, I’m sorry… Are you 50 now?