Flying Cars and the Return of the Zit

Always happy to get castings so I have to start off by NOT whining about my drive to Sherman Oaks, today, although I would have given my right arm for a car with wings. I swear - I'm done complaining about my drive. Just had to mention that I envisioned a bat mobile or jet fueled hydraulic pumps sprouting out of the sides of my Honda mini-van, so I could fly away over all the nasty, backed-up traffic on the Ventura Highway...okay, onto the real stuff...my chin zit showed up again. Weird, ya know, since today's audition for a VERY BIG JOB was an infomercial for a vacuum cleaner...didn't I deal with this same zit during my filming for the Mop & Go infomercial? Hmmm, what is going on here? OMG, it will become my personal brand...the gal with the zit on her chin. Lovely. Anyway, the casting agency probably saw about 20-25 women for this, but as they say, you have to swing the bat to get a home run...or, something like that! It's so crazy, this biz, and it's sort of like gambling or childbirth - bare with me, I've done both. You take chances and spend money on it (gas, your time, wardrobe, headshots, etc.) and hope for a few small pay-offs here and there and a few big ones, too! Or, childbirth. Painful and a bit scary, but you forget about it right away, especially if you book a job - even a small one. Don't you all want to jump into this biz, now!? Yeah, right. Stick to Vegas and c-sections! Shalom and Peace on this upcoming Easter weekend! (BTW, I did book a testimonial job for an ad agency. Thank Yooouuu! The pain is gone already!)

The Mop and The Zit

I know what you're thinking, gross. How in the world do those two things tie in together. Let me explain. I shot my testimonial for the Spin & Go mop this afternoon. This morning, to my horror, I awoke with a fairly large red bump on my chin. Being no stranger to acne breakouts, I knew immediately, I was in for a battle. Can't touch it. Don't mess with it. By God, don't try to squeeze it. How is that luck? I get a fairly large gig, good pay, and I bring along my friend Mr. Pimple. WTF?! Anyway, as they lighted my shot, all I could imagine was the zit growing larger by the moment, literally taking over the entire camera lens and looking grosser by the minute. Truly, it wasn't that bad, but try doing your lines (faster than you had planned) with Pimple-Land on your mind. What a drag. Anyway, got through it and I believe the client was happy. I can't imagine him saying, "hey, you didn't have a zit in the audition" or "can we shadow that zit on her chin..." but that was what I was imagining. And, yes, I covered it up with make-up. Still, I knew it was there. I'm sure it will be gone by tomorrow morning, so I can look really good for my spin class...and, no, I am not adding a pic to this post! Here's to adult acne...making you look like a teen when your middle-aged. (I still don't feel any better.)