I felt like I was “really doing it” this week.

That is, if “really doing it” equals “sitting in waiting rooms and unintentionally taking a 2 hour lunch break because of an audition running behind schedule.”

Is blind optimism regarding goals in a slightly shallow industry an interesting subject to read about?  If not, I talk about my cat being a perfect mixed-breed of American Butthead and a Short-Haired Cutey-Darling or talk about the seemingly assassinated squirrel I found on the sidewalk.  Ew, sorry.  I’ll stick with the audition topic.

I’m waiting to hear if a callback landed me a Miller Lite spot. Though it was apparent the director’s smile was mainly directed at my scene partner who very much looked the part, we read several times and it was no bomb of an audition.  So now I wait by the phone in the hopes it will ring with good, bill-paying news.  Eh, no, I’m pretty sure I did not book this one.  Moving on.

I’ll be doing a callback for a US Cellular commercial next week:  Less funny, more Joan Cusick-y–who I’ve met and is very nice and she liked my nail polish.  I was paired with an All-American Male with Shoulders as a scene partner.  So All-American, and so Shoulders, he made the casting director giggle like a schoolgirl.  She told us we made a cute couple after he picked me up nearly over his shoulder in a fake snowball fight.  Sweet, but I assume that this guy’s taste leans more towards leggy, traditionally proportional women, or proportional women with penises sans vaginas or boobies.

I have today off and will be journeying to a look-see for a possible print ad.  Not much chance of a shining personality winning over someone when it’s solely based on your look, see?  My choice of wardrobe depends on how old I think I look, according to the color-coordinated casting call notice:

MEN IN THEIR 30′S DRESS BUSINESS-LIKE. ALL PEOPLE IN THEIR 20′S AND YOUNGER DRESS VERY FUNKY ARTSY. EVERYONE ELSE, JUST DRESS ATTRACTIVE CASUAL.

So… I am still in my twenties for another month.  And I definitely can pull off artsy better than attractive casual… Attractive casual always looks more like awkward casual on me.  I’m hoping that the Tina Fey glasses and scarf will win them over.  Or at least win my cat over, the Butthead.