![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Could Have Gone Worse...
Feb. 24th, 2006 01:04 pm...could have gone a lot worse - but I've said that about every audition I've done for the past three years and it hasn't got me far.
I knew yesterday wasn't going to be one of those wonderfully perfect days when I got off the bus to find I'd left my bag on board. Fortunately, Caroline was on hand (and on the bus) to pick it up and throw it at me before it drove away as I ran back to it. Quite a lucky escape.
I then did so again on the way home. No Caroline this time.
It contains my shades and my passport (I was buying alcohol that day, have been ID'd and refused too often for my liking, and it's the only recognised piece of ID I own). With any luck it will have filtered through the system by tomorrow and I can pick it up from lost property. If not, I lose a hundred and forty pound pair of shades and the ability to leave the country. Have to hide the loot somewhere else...
It also contained my audition pieces for Charley's Aunt, so the last couple of hours of preparation was done blind. Nothing like that to focus the mind, it would seem, and by the time I got there I had Charley's piece well-learned. The cold reading was fine - I was able to get some of the stage directions and inflection into it, and the improv where I played the part of a security guard talking to himself as he did his rounds on the car park flowed without any pauses. I'll probably get either Babbs or Spettigue, but it's entirely down to how many people auditioned for them. The fact I cited them as potentials for me probably marks me out as someone who wouldn't mind not playing a lead. I wouldn't, but in the event my record suggests it, I wouldn't mind playing a lead at some point in my life either.
I was asked to come in this morning for a meeting with Keiran about money (apparently, without warning, our sundries money has run out. Where it's gone, and why it wasn't chased remain to be seen). I get there at ten for the meeting, only to be told that having not let anyone know, he'd rescheduled it for earlier because he had to see students at a quarter past and it was too late now and would have to wait until later. This wouldn't be so bad, if not for the fact that it unequivocally says I was in at ten and no earlier, so I have to stay until six to keep Keiran happy that I'm doing enough work - when I have nothing to do. I'm going around the labs making work for myself. Gah...
I suppose I can find enough small work-related things to do until Keiran decides to come and berate us for spending money he should have been monitoring.
I knew yesterday wasn't going to be one of those wonderfully perfect days when I got off the bus to find I'd left my bag on board. Fortunately, Caroline was on hand (and on the bus) to pick it up and throw it at me before it drove away as I ran back to it. Quite a lucky escape.
I then did so again on the way home. No Caroline this time.
It contains my shades and my passport (I was buying alcohol that day, have been ID'd and refused too often for my liking, and it's the only recognised piece of ID I own). With any luck it will have filtered through the system by tomorrow and I can pick it up from lost property. If not, I lose a hundred and forty pound pair of shades and the ability to leave the country. Have to hide the loot somewhere else...
It also contained my audition pieces for Charley's Aunt, so the last couple of hours of preparation was done blind. Nothing like that to focus the mind, it would seem, and by the time I got there I had Charley's piece well-learned. The cold reading was fine - I was able to get some of the stage directions and inflection into it, and the improv where I played the part of a security guard talking to himself as he did his rounds on the car park flowed without any pauses. I'll probably get either Babbs or Spettigue, but it's entirely down to how many people auditioned for them. The fact I cited them as potentials for me probably marks me out as someone who wouldn't mind not playing a lead. I wouldn't, but in the event my record suggests it, I wouldn't mind playing a lead at some point in my life either.
I was asked to come in this morning for a meeting with Keiran about money (apparently, without warning, our sundries money has run out. Where it's gone, and why it wasn't chased remain to be seen). I get there at ten for the meeting, only to be told that having not let anyone know, he'd rescheduled it for earlier because he had to see students at a quarter past and it was too late now and would have to wait until later. This wouldn't be so bad, if not for the fact that it unequivocally says I was in at ten and no earlier, so I have to stay until six to keep Keiran happy that I'm doing enough work - when I have nothing to do. I'm going around the labs making work for myself. Gah...
I suppose I can find enough small work-related things to do until Keiran decides to come and berate us for spending money he should have been monitoring.
