The Little People

Shopped again today, this time at a store called "It's A Wrap" on South Robertson that resales clothes formerly owned by the studios. Some of the racks have signs designating what sitcom or soap opera they originated from.

Unfortunately, 90% of the clothing is "extra small" or "small" due to the tiny stature of showbiz folks. I only bought two items; I'd like to thank the little people for that. My roommate has put on 10 pounds, is now a size 2, and frets that her acting career is over as a result.

Still haven't heard from entertainment placement agency #1 but interview with #2 tomorrow. The library interview is next week. The clock is ticking, and I believe the writing is on the wall. I am assuming that in a couple of weeks I'll be back in the book stacks.

From the article "It's A Living: Unless you're in the Industry, that is" by Mark Lacter, Los Angeles Magazine, June 2007:

"A lot of people willing to go for it have something to fall back on," says Jaime Waugh... She's shopping a novel and a screenplay but also has a 30-hour-a-week day job as a researcher for the Los Angeles Unified School District... For many the trick is to find something that at least has a creative slant-- publishing, design, teaching... Waugh.... has these words of wisdom: "You're not choosing a career, you're choosing a lifestyle."

So, I could look at librianship as my creative fall back position, which would allow me to, what? I guess keep up my blog. I smell book deal!

Shopping (or, The Glamorous Life, Part II)

I currently shop at Ross. It's an interesting Third World experience. If you can deal with it, there are some good cheap clothes to be found.

The fabled Rodeo Drive is lined with the same overpriced clothing chains you see everywhere.

Ross is next to my former office at KMart. When I first moved to L.A., I was without a computer, and I found out that you can surf the internet at KMart for free. So I was travelling back and forth between KMart and the library, trying to check my e-mail and take care of other business online. I gotta say, there were some real nuts at KMart, although my roommate D. said it was just as bad at Kinko's. The nuttier you are, the louder your cell phone conversations, it seems.

During that time, two people I came across INSISTED they had seen me in the movies.