So apparently I'm kinda fat. I went to a call back today and the guy asked me to try on some pants (when they say try them on, they mean right there, so I had a line of like 40 people behind me). So I start to put them on, and I tell him there not going to fit but he wanted me to try anyways. So I pull them up to my thigh, and at that point I knew it would end badly, but I kept going because I wanted to see what would happen. I eventually get them on, and he looks at them and says "its weird because they are a 34" Yea, right, and I'm 6'2. So I'm standing there trying not to move because they are way to tight, and the casting director tells me that these pants had to be couriered in from Paris because the ones here in Milan are the wrong style. So they must be worth something right? So I decide to try the shirt on too, and as I take the couple steps to the shirt, I split the pants at the calve about 3cm, and then at the thigh about 5cm... and the button thingy... Ah well he told me to, so what can I do?
I have this weird feeling I didn't get the job, I'm not sure why, its just this feeling I have.
Now off to 3 more castings in the next hour and a half.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
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Hey Stuart.
I left a comment once before, not sure if it worked. Let me know.
christine (aylmer)
cdoyle@skene.org
Me again, apparently my first comment, a week ago, didn't work. Involved the need to suck up to agents until the scales tip in your favor and they start to suck up to you. And then some blah blah about nothing being more pathetic than a drunk model. If you want to have a clearer picture of that one, let me know!
Learn some Italian while your there. It works well on the chicks (Kevin Kline, A Fish Called Wanda")
Take care,
Christine.
Alright Stulander,
So i admit, i read your posts daily, and this morning, in the middle of the June crazy rush of things, you made me laugh out loud. Laugh out loud and love your wry sense of humour. Thinking of you, sending you good employment mojo and admiring how sane you seem to be in a crazy industry.
j wallace
Who can be found at ishai-wallace.livejournal.com
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