As I've shared before, I not only torture myself at my every day job, but also drive around Hollywood during moments that I can sneak away from my desk and audition for various inane commercials. Today I tried out for a spot for a communications company where my lines were hilarious guesses at what DSL- which they were cleverly knocking- might actually stand for. I thought about suggesting what I'd always heard it stood for, but that's less about the internet and more about, say, Angelina Jolie. Well, I guess there's a reason people look her up on the internet...
Anyway, I had to dress "business casual" for my audition this morning, which meant that I, along with every other girl there who looked creepily like me as we were all auditioning for the same part, wore a bold-colored blouse with buttons and a ruffle of some sort tucked into either slacks or a pencil skirt. Seriously. Every girl in that room.
The audition went regular/fine/who can tell?, but the miserable part was going to my real office and actual desk job afterward, because I was embarrassingly overdressed. Quality of office wear and height of success have an inverse relationship in entertainment, so who wants to suggest that there so unimportant that they've got to dress up in the kind of trousers and high heels I was rocking all day? No one. But I bet at my pretend office in the commercial, where everyone dresses up and dresses well, no one would tell me to go to hell or to blow them as my two office mates just did, and who wants to work somewhere where you never get that kind of love? Again, I'd say, the answer is no one. Or at least not me. Or at least not me unless someone offered me any kind of other job doing anything at all anywhere in the world.
Is it bad that I was really proud of myself for knowing what "DSL" (the dirty version) stood for before you mentioned Angelina?
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