1- The lock:
A. Left work at 2pm because Hank is on medication that makes him pee a lot. I dropped my very nice coil lock and all my keys outside of my office building on my way home and didn’t notice until I got home.
B. Biked slowly and sometimes the wrong way (eep!) back towards my office in hopes of finding it.
C. Got back to my office and found my keys under a post office box. They took the lock, took the key to the lock and left the rest. While I’m thankful, I’m also still frustrated that they took the lock.
D. Had to take a half day because, without the lock, I have no way of safely leaving my bike so I can go back to work. Also, Peepee Hank still hasn’t gone outside…
2- Peepee Hank pees in the house three times AFTER I’ve returned home…
3- Dog bite- 8pm
A. Peepee Hank needed to go outside, so we go out the front door, shutting the screen door behind us.
B. Neighbor dog walks passed, Ruby freaks out and breaks through screen door to attack him.
C. Pull dogs apart, Ruby bites me (in a frenzy, not on purpose). Thankfully, Neighbor and his dog are totally fine, not a scratch. My left hand is bleeding a lot.
D. Decide to go to the ER at around 8:30pm. Wait. Wait. Wait. They don’t do stitches (none needed) but they do X-rays to be sure her teeth didn’t break off into the punctures. I’m good to go with antibiotics and ibuprofen. Get home at 3:00am.
My hand is swollen, sore and stiff, but fine. No biking or typing for a bit. I got a new bike lock, and I still have keys to the old one, and part of me hopes that I can use them some day to get my damn lock back.
To be an actor requires quite a bit of stamina, not the least of which is emotional. Unfortunately the emotional is not limited to the stage, but a lot of it offstage. The rejection, “you’re not good enough” and demands on your person is a lot to take, and that’s all before you’ve even been cast. The fact that acting, as a professional, has so little to do with talent and so much to do with look, luck and connections is simply terrifying and much harder to remedy than it sounds.
I have always wanted nothing more than to be a happy actor, paying my bills and living a comfortable life. As I age, somewhat gracefully, I’m realizing that this is really not an option. So where do I go from here?
Here are some thoughts: 1- Write my own work. (Ha. Anyone reading anything I’ve ever posted online can guess who great of a writer I am). 2- Quit, possibly move far away, spend rest of life regretting every thing I didn’t do. 3- (and most likely) suck it the fuck up and keep trying.
This post, and other depressing notions will continue in the weeks to come, so unfollow now!
This is not a new concept, nor is it incredibly creative or groundbreaking. I’m simply bored at work and I find that looking at pictures of attractive people makes the time pass.
