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 –
(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!