Hey. Guys. Guys.
GUYS.
I'm writing a post that ISN'T about j-dramas, manga or even k-pop.
I KNOW, RIGHT?
SHOCK!*
Instead, this is a post about how things are like buses.
The other day, I found out about a seemingly interesting opportunity. There is a job advertised as a dresser for the length of one production at a local major theatre. You may or may not be aware, but I am a dresser. Normally, I don't go for theatre work, I prefer film, but as this was a job that is paid coming at a time when I have been waiting for other paid work to start, I thought 'Hell, I'll go for it. A job is a job, and it is rare that I come across one that is what I want to do, let alone am qualified for.'. So I filled out my application form. I was ready to send it, with sparkles in my eyes and hope in my heart, when BAM.
I get hit by bus.
No, I get an email from the production designer of the film I am due to start on some time in the future and of the film I worked on last year, informing me that she has recommended me to be the costume designer on the pilot of a feature!
Now, dilemma. I still sent off my application for the theatre job anyway. If I get it, awesome. If I don't, never mind, they will have my name and information on file for next time. The problem comes in if I get it, and then a few minutes after I have committed myself to the job, I get news that the film has finally gotten the go ahead and starts shooting next week with pre-pro in between, followed by a call from the producer of this new feature.
We all know how these things happen. It's called Sod's Law. It doesn't matter if its work or men, no matter what you have, something you want more is always bound to come along to fuck you up.
So, yes. It's all a bit bitter sweet at the moment. Just when I give up or think about compromising on my career to actually live, a really exciting opportunity presents itself. I'm sure this sort of thing wouldn't bother other people, but I want so much to be dependable, and I really hate the idea of letting any one down.
In other news ... nope that's about it. My life is pretty boring. I spend my days relentlessly checking my emails, watching stuff and reading stuff, trying not to binge eat, playing with my friends (read: friend) and attempting to dance. I empathise the attempting because I mostly look like a fool, but it amuses me so what the hell.
Tomorrow I am conducting my bridesmaid duties with my good friend Mrs Robinson by aiding her in her search for a wedding dress. We are going to the shop where Rachey's dress inspiration is, so I'm going to have a sneaky gander at that while distracting my current bride with other dresses. I'm really looking forward to seeing this first stage of looking , as with Rachey it was always 'I like this one and this one' with less of the finding out which styles suit best. I would have loved to see Rachey in loads of dresses, especially as the person who is making the final thing, just to be able to cherry pick the best parts and throw out the worst.
Speaking of making Rachey's dress, I have found the mannequin I want to buy for her. She's the bigger version of Thistlehead, so I don't know what I'll call her. She's £80 on eBay, so as soon as I get the go ahead I can bring her in to my mannequin family!
Wow, that doesn't sound creepy at all.
<3 x
* For a long time, I didn't realise that I had missed out the H in SHOCK. As amusing as exclaiming SOCK is, it didn't really convey what I needed it to ...
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