While on set for Dragon Palace, I developed an awful blister between two teeth which I suspect came from a piece of celery in the witness protection program. The next day I went to help out this gentleman who's ideas I wasn't so certain about, and by this time, I'd been feeling rather ill and nervous partially due to the panic of a friend who thought I had an abscess.

It was hot.

I had to wear a lizard face on Hollywood Boulevard.

And I was expecting to get paid a dollar. One dollar.

When I found out the lizard mask hadn't been cleaned, I demanded alcohol pads. Granted, I cleaned it myself which I assume a true diva wouldn't do. Honestly, would a true diva even be wearing a lizard mask on the Boulevard interviewing costumed characters who, uh, well... they're really at all different levels of talent, financial means, and TB risk so I have no stereotype.

The job itself was kind of fun. Also improv. I didn't know what I was talking about, but neither did anyone I interviewed about current events. I was rude to the producer/director, though, who just seemed to want more and more of my time while I was feeling less and less good about my health. We probably put in just over an hour but he did give me more than a dollar AND a cookie! Of course, I later apologized for being impatient with him when he didn't seem to respect my health. What kind of insanity did I get into? Standing up for myself is simply a matter of respect, right?

Still, I don't think it's the way to making a name for yourself. At least not the kind of name I want. True, actors are artists and artists are moody. I don't, however, see how entitlement gets you anywhere. Then again, I don't see how some of this lame work I end up doing is going to get me anywhere! When I got home from this last adventure, I went into my settings for the only submission site I've come to use. I selected ONLY paid work. Bold move for someone without a reel, I know. Go check out my channels on youtube, http://www.youtube.com/user/TheAmyarena, for what kind of material I've actually gotten for my reel and you'll see that getting that big budget commercial may be a bit far off, but I know I'm ready.

In fact, within the week I was asked to audition for a commercial and asked to meet with an agent so maybe I won't be drunk and homeless forever. I really don't care, so long as I'm getting paid! Nothing crazy about that! And I promise to be much more reasonable with some money in my pocket.

Oh, I should go check the mail to see if the Japanese send their checks out on time, too! 'Til next time!