That sounds less impressive -- I "worked" just eleven days so far this year? Thank god I have other work. Still, I average only around eleven bookings a year, so this is a pretty good pace.
The job was good. Lots of moving parts -- fifty-plus actors over three days -- so it was all pretty business-like and chop-chop. Good day (for a day that started at 5:15 am), decent money, nice people.
Then I came home, took a calming walk through the fog along the lake and returned to ... an audition invitation for "rugged everyman, a builder who uses his hands, comfortable with basic tools, no facial hair."
That plus the fact that I got called at 6:30 pm to the last audition slot of the day tomorrow means just one thing: someone dropped out and they needed a last-minute fill-in who met the minimum standards of the character breakdown. In this case, gender and age range.
Yeah, this won't be a waste of time.
Here again is one of those cases of fighting the spite instinct that tells me to go out and get a manicure, sequined jacket and feather boa.