I had an audition on Friday.

It went pretty well, and I was hoping for an e-mail inviting me to call backs.

For some reason, it never occurred to me that they might telephone.

My cell phone rings.

I don’t recognize the number.

Must be a telemarketer.

I HATE telemarketer calls.

I REALLY HATE telemarketer calls on my cell phone.

I answer –

YES!!!????!!!!????

(You may be familiar with my dulcet tones when I’m pissed about something.)

Um …. Hello … I’m calling about the callbacks?

And I bust out laughing.

I’m, like: Oh my God, I thought you were a telemarketer.  I’m so sorry.

And she’s like: Well, I wondered.  I mean, you seemed nice at auditions.

I didn’t mean to scare her so bad.  Really.

I’ve never worked with this group, so they don’t know me at all (although, now, I guess, they know me a little better).

So word to the wise, remember when you are waiting to hear about callbacks (or casting or whatever) – it’s not necessarily a telemarketer when you answer your phone.

And these are the moments that make my life so fucking amusing!