Description : A quintessential look into a day in my life. I'm a crazy, sexy, cool, college chick with goals, dreams, and drama. Come read what's going on in my world!
Sup, For years now i've been told that I have a great speaking voice. If I was giving a speech, I was told that I am articulate. If I am singing, I can carry a tune. If I am reading a PSA over the phone, I sound like a commercial. Well I am finally going to act on talent, that I've been given. I am signing up for a six week voice over class with a reputable casting agency. The class is $345 plus transporation... I am forking over the dough, because I know this is an investment into me. Into a talent that I could possibly turn into a career if I prove I have that X-factor. Can you imagine.. raw talent, plus the guidance to perfect it? I am going for it. Tomorrow, i'm going to pay for the class and on April 30, I will be sitting in my first class. Woohoo! I told my mom, while she is happy for me, she couldn't help but ask why didn't I just major in theater or acting while attending college. She had a good point, but I was once told, no one makes money in the field... I suppose its because its so competitive. But I have been thinking and thinking of ways to be even more successful in life and spending time working on something that I love. I can do it. I am already driven, beyond starving, and excited to get started. I hope it will be more than what I expect it to be. I really do want it to be a rewarding experience and a way for me to get both feet in the door of this entertainment sect.
Sup, Each day that God has blessed me to wake up another day, is another day for me to realize that life is a game. I think Milton Bradley, hit it right on the nail when invented the game. It seems like the more steps I take to make things the way I want my life to be, the more obstacles that get in my way. I keep thinking, while the job I have now has a lot of potential, it is not for me. I need to be more hands on, I need to be more creative, I need the ability to give my input as to how things are done, I need to earn more, I need to not just enjoy the people I work with, but the work that I actually execute. Am I asking for too much, and expecting too much? I am an ambitious person and sometimes, I feel like I need to write my accolades on a giant sign and just walk around with it on my back. I have some much to offer and I feel like my brain, my capabilities, my ideas, are not being utilized. I feel useless at my current employer. I am happy with the employees and not the physical work. What am I to do? Looking for a job with most of what I am looking for means working for the government. But I swear the process is arduaious, and who is to say after all the hoops I jump through, that I am going to like the position? I know what I need is a creative outlet.. which is why I am considering starting voice over acting. Some classes start at the end of this month. The class is $350. I have the money to pay for it now, if the class isn't booked to capacity. I have had so many people tell me that I would be good at. I am going to go for it. If this class is booked, I will sign up for the next session. Life is a game and I pray that I'm a winner!
Sup, I had meant to make this entry much earlier than now, but I've been hella busy with everything. I had good time on my birthday. I had to work half a day, but that went by with a breeze. But I do have a funny story to tell.
My B-day morning I hadn't had time to fix anything for breakfast, so I grabbed something from the fridge and took it with me. Arriving at work, I was a few minutes late (grrr, I so worked hard to stop that old habit), so I had to sit down at my desk and wait for an oportune time to go microwave my edible (I think it was mexican soup). I wasn't sure if my co-worker's had thought of me and bought me a cake or anything, but I was hungry nonetheless. I say in my chair debating should I go into the break room. Would I risk spoiling my suprise?
The hunger pangs in my stomach over-ruled. I jumped out of my seat and headed straight to the break room. As I walked in I headed straight for the microwave, however I spied a cake out of the corner of my eye. I refused to look at it and I was feeling anxious, excited, and guilty that I had probably walked in on my surprise b-day cake.
I turned around to see if anyone and spied me in the kitchen, I saw my supervisor heading in my direction, so I angled my body so that my back was to the table and I grabbed my food from the microwave and walked swiftly back to my desk... hoping no one saw me spoil things.
I waited the next three hours for them to call me into the break room for some impromptu meeting, knowing all along, they were going to surprise me with some store bought cake and a dollar store card filled with 15 dollars and lots of smiling faces... after all I gave everyone in my group a christmas card and little knick knacks to go with the cards. I began to wonder when were they going to do it, one of my collegues even asked in an angry way if anyone had gotten me a card or cake. I just knew his question was because he was instructed to throw me off. But in the back of my mind a couldn't avoid a sneaky suspicion.
Was it possible for it to have been anyone else's birthday? Could that cake have been someone else's... after all, I had only mentioned that It was my birthday... I hadn't made a big deal out of it. I figured the few people I told would have had enough commone sense and care to get me something.
I had gotten up for a potty break, when I returned there was a hand written note telling me happy birthday... from the extra new guy who I had chewed out for making an inappropriate comment about someone who didn't work the company.
****************************************************** In addition to my adventure at work the day of my birthday... me and my best friend went to a comedy club and out for dinner and drinks. I took a couple of pix with the headlining comedian (he's not that handsome, so he doesn't need to be seen). When went out for drinks, there were no clear tables for us to sit at. Me, being the bold one that I am, went over to this couple who were only using half their table. Instead of asking the guy, I asked the gal could we join their table. She agreed. I swear the guy had to peal his eyes away from me, he couldn't help but stare. I was looking cute as sh&#. She was getting upset with him, I could tell. The funny think is, I didn't stay at the table most of the time, I had to wait on my drink, my cell phone was on E, so I had to find an outlet to charge it, John was getting off of work and asked if could he come to where I was, and there were other men checking me out. I played it cool... well I had to, it was hot in there lol. John did come down and we chatted for a bit. He and my best friend used to date for a bit back in high school, so he chatted with her for a bit too. We gave hugs and kisses and then it was time for dinner. Dinner was good, we had out fill and then some. by this time it was close to 1am and I was bushed. I went right home. Ciao
Hour after hour went by and still, no one came to bring me to the cake or vice versa. I even went over to my boss and chit chatted.. while he made googly eyes at me (laughing and rolling my eyes). I couldn't stand around for too long, so I went back to my desk. It was getting closer and closer to noon. I thought to myself, well if they're going to surprise me they ought to do it soon, because I'm leaving early. I went back to my boss's desk and asked when was payroll being disbursed because I was leaving as soon as I recieved it. He said he was sure it would be around noon, but he needeed to check on things (payroll is usually given at 3pm on payday, but in the case that payday falls on the weekend, we get it the Friday before and my b-day happened to fall on a FRIDAY lol).
I walked back to my desk still bewildered... that's when I saw some fat ass walking with a huge chunk of cake. My mind was like "oh no, they're eating my cake and they haven't sang happy birthday to me yet." At the very moment that thought ended, a new one dawned. That damn cake was not for me, no one thought to buy me a damned cake. Then reasoning kicked in... I hadn't told many people, so how would they have known to be so thoughtful, then anger. I wasn't terribly upset as much as I was disappointed that no one had thought to say happy birthday except for four people. And the only one person to give me something tangible, was the new guy.
I wanted my paycheck and a fu*cking drink..lol. I left the building to discover, my sister had come to pick me up. We headed straight to Applebees.
