Well, I have been working. Not all of it fit to print. You see, these sort of jobs don't come with security or give you the ability to explain some of it. I've done a couple of reserve weekend jobs, where I ended up being paid but not used. Pin money really, as you just get a flat reserve fee.
We get sworn to secrecy with some promotions so I can't blog about them. You can't use photos taken on the promos in social media/blogs. I joined a new agency so had to miss a reunion with my old dance school and the new agency gave me 11 jobs. I threw myself into the tasks, but realised after giving them my all (and one job with 10 hours on my feet) that the new agency weren't as nice to work for as I initially envisaged.
They (who shall remain nameless) issue fines for arbitrary misdemeanours, in my case, lateness because they texted me the wrong address! I ended up being fined the entire day's pay for 'lateness' and 'being flustered' when I arrived. Read your small print in new contracts, people. Although I argued that they'd been the ones actually sending me to the wrong address initially, they claimed that I should have been able to work out that I was in the wrong place and still get to the correct place before I was due to start. Still trying to work that one out! I chose to get out of that contract pretty quickly, as I do work hard and don't expect to work for nothing. Spoke to an acquaintance who had also worked for them, she confirmed that she had been told it was possible she would work a full week and then have her pay with-held due to the their whims. I'm well out of that kind of exploitative set up.
It never stops amazing me the sort of characters who end up in the same room all doing the same task, but with such different personalities. I look around with interest. We all end up chowing down on refreshments and the quirky characteristics come out. We are in competition with each other as well as being there to do the same thing. A director might make cuts or change his mind about who he wants on the day, so there's a lot of hanging around hoping your face fits. Sometimes the high spot of the day is the garlic bread and pizza in the down time. Such is life.
I got told I was 'perfect' and spot on with my line reading for a job recently. Didn't get the job, though... By chance found a music video where I was featured and had a laugh at my face.
There was a lucrative casting offered to my daughter and she went off to the casting with my mum. She was an almost perfect fit for the clothing fittings. She'd be able to buy herself a much wanted iPhone 6 if she got it...
This picture of me was taken recently and the lighting makes me look quite different. I almost don't recognise myself.
I've had my domestic goddess apron on again at this time of year. Eleven jars of pickles made and some pots of jam. Every onion peeled was a tear shed. I hope the recipients realise!
I'll let you know how my latest castings go next time.
We get sworn to secrecy with some promotions so I can't blog about them. You can't use photos taken on the promos in social media/blogs. I joined a new agency so had to miss a reunion with my old dance school and the new agency gave me 11 jobs. I threw myself into the tasks, but realised after giving them my all (and one job with 10 hours on my feet) that the new agency weren't as nice to work for as I initially envisaged.
They (who shall remain nameless) issue fines for arbitrary misdemeanours, in my case, lateness because they texted me the wrong address! I ended up being fined the entire day's pay for 'lateness' and 'being flustered' when I arrived. Read your small print in new contracts, people. Although I argued that they'd been the ones actually sending me to the wrong address initially, they claimed that I should have been able to work out that I was in the wrong place and still get to the correct place before I was due to start. Still trying to work that one out! I chose to get out of that contract pretty quickly, as I do work hard and don't expect to work for nothing. Spoke to an acquaintance who had also worked for them, she confirmed that she had been told it was possible she would work a full week and then have her pay with-held due to the their whims. I'm well out of that kind of exploitative set up.
It never stops amazing me the sort of characters who end up in the same room all doing the same task, but with such different personalities. I look around with interest. We all end up chowing down on refreshments and the quirky characteristics come out. We are in competition with each other as well as being there to do the same thing. A director might make cuts or change his mind about who he wants on the day, so there's a lot of hanging around hoping your face fits. Sometimes the high spot of the day is the garlic bread and pizza in the down time. Such is life.
I got told I was 'perfect' and spot on with my line reading for a job recently. Didn't get the job, though... By chance found a music video where I was featured and had a laugh at my face.
There was a lucrative casting offered to my daughter and she went off to the casting with my mum. She was an almost perfect fit for the clothing fittings. She'd be able to buy herself a much wanted iPhone 6 if she got it...
This picture of me was taken recently and the lighting makes me look quite different. I almost don't recognise myself.
I've had my domestic goddess apron on again at this time of year. Eleven jars of pickles made and some pots of jam. Every onion peeled was a tear shed. I hope the recipients realise!
I'll let you know how my latest castings go next time.
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