Monday, July 7, 2014

For Vicki

Thanks for reading Vicki I'm glad you had a look through, there's been some (I think!) interesting things of late (mermaids anyone?) And hopefully more to come.

One thing I need to gripe about.  Let's be honest there's a million things, I live in the city of gripes and that's part of why I love it so.  Right now I'm on grammar.  English language.
In my blog, a personal forum for my thoughts to just splash haphazardly around, I take a lot of creative license with my grammar, occasionally spelling too, but doubt not that in any setting where a level of professionalism is required I am the frickin grammar and spelling MARINE CORPS.
So I'm doing the thing, browsing through the audition listings and submitting for things and I come across a listing for a job which at first glance sounds very interesting, very appropriate for me, blah blah all the good stuff.  But they frequently refer to being 'casted', when you are 'casted' in the role, noone will be 'casted' until after the workshop process is over.
I don't want to work for anyone who makes such a glaring grammatical error in a place meant for theatre professionals, repeatedly...especially when you factor in that they paid for the listings space! Bah! Get it proof-read if you're not sure yourself! Nothing makes you look less professional or less trustworthy.  Yes I am inferring that I trust people based on their grammatical prowess...it sounds worse than it is.  You know what I mean.  If you were looking for a job, a car, a house, anything else that would mean a substantial investment of your time/effort/money, wouldn't you want to know that you were in the hands of people who pay attention to details, check their work, care about good presentation and the whole parade? Not unreasonable.
On a related tangent it amazes me how many American plays, if referring to someone being executed by hanging, use 'hung' for the past tense of the fate of some unfortunate soul.  As anyone who ever read 'Maskerade' by Terry Pratchett (or was in a school production of it, pshaaawww) knows, 'it's dead meat that's hung'.

Hmm gripe over.  Back to submitting!

Yesterday I submitted a video audition which is all kinds of fun and difficult because you want to just keep retaking and retaking and retaking but there comes a point where you must just tell yourself STOP and submit what you have.

I am in recovery from a 32 hour babysitting stint, 9 on Friday til 5.30pm on Saturday, staying overnight.  It was a lot but thanks to the support of Yael and Yonatan (my usual family, it was their middle kid's best friend that I was actually babysitting) it was pretty nice, as 32 hour work shifts go.  The family kindly invited me to stay and watch the football when the parents returned from their minibreak to Philadelphia.  I'm so obsessed with the World Cup it's getting out of hand, especially since I'm gunning for the Netherlands (me and Joris had a wonderful live messaging conversation going on during the game from Rotterdam where he is currently) and so far they have beaten out Spain and Mexico and next face Argentina.  So that's Maite, Anel/Lola/Cristina and next Natalia who will no longer be my friends.
I kid of course, but it is funny that those happen to be the countries that have been or will be taken out.
I then had a horrible hangover all of Sunday because I celebrated surviving the babysit and the result of the game a bit too much.  I'm getting old, I remember a time when I used to say 'I don't get hangovers' and laugh at those who did.
Karma's a bitch.

Peace love and librariesxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

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