I Spoke Too Soon...
Alas, in one of my last posts, I said that at least no agents had sent my materials back yet. Well, I hadn't checked the mail that day, and once I did, it became clear that I had spoken too soon. There, like a reproach, was the self-addressed stamped envelope, fat with my rejected headshots and voiceover CD. The agency had inserted a form letter, but they hadn't even listened to my CD...it was still in the bubble wrap! I was disappointed mainly because this was an agency that had called in my friend for an interview, so I thought they were open to new talent. However, I recently saw that they had advertised for fit models ONLY on Craigslist, so maybe that's all they need right now. Or maybe they already had my "type." Or maybe they just thought I sucked.
I was very depressed about that rejection, and it was only compounded on Saturday, when yet another white envelope was waiting for me. I was actually grateful that there's no mail on Sunday...at least it spaces out the rejection a little. I was beginning to feel like a failure, I told my husband. He basically told me to buck up, that this wasn't some great disaster, that I couldn't expect everyone to want me, that several agencies still have my materials and may still be considering me. That's true, of course. But I am beginning to fear that no agency will want me, and then where will I be? It's hard to find auditions in this area...Backstage West lists mostly L.A. jobs, Craigslist is full of porn ads, and other online information is hopelessly out of date. I feel like my dream may be dying on the vine, if that's not too overdramatic an image. But if this is truly what I want, I must persevere through adversity! Ad astra per aspera! Onward...upward! Exclamation points make me feel a little better!
In other news, I have a third job interview at the same company tomorrow. Let's hope something good comes of it...
I was very depressed about that rejection, and it was only compounded on Saturday, when yet another white envelope was waiting for me. I was actually grateful that there's no mail on Sunday...at least it spaces out the rejection a little. I was beginning to feel like a failure, I told my husband. He basically told me to buck up, that this wasn't some great disaster, that I couldn't expect everyone to want me, that several agencies still have my materials and may still be considering me. That's true, of course. But I am beginning to fear that no agency will want me, and then where will I be? It's hard to find auditions in this area...Backstage West lists mostly L.A. jobs, Craigslist is full of porn ads, and other online information is hopelessly out of date. I feel like my dream may be dying on the vine, if that's not too overdramatic an image. But if this is truly what I want, I must persevere through adversity! Ad astra per aspera! Onward...upward! Exclamation points make me feel a little better!
In other news, I have a third job interview at the same company tomorrow. Let's hope something good comes of it...
posted by Astera @ 9:09 PM
2 Comments:
At 1:21 PM,
Anonymous said…
Sempre Avanti!
At 7:14 AM,
Bruingirl said…
Rejection letters...remember senior year in high school? After applying to all those colleges and waiting for their responses starting in March? Will it be a big envelope or a little one? Oh, wait...you never got rejected from any colleges...that was me...
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