Yay, another assistant gig in LA!

Recently, I was sent a job posting for an assistant position at a major music television network. A couple of weeks ago I was lamenting over the state of my life, why am I here, what am I doing here, where am I going, etc… (I teach dance here, in Los Angeles, not what I came here to do.) So, I called a friend to vent and she said she’d “keep an eye out” for me, then sent me the job posting for the assistant position. As I read the requirements for the job and the duties I couldn’t help thinking, “I don’t really want to do this.” Theoretically, I should WANT to do this, it is in the entertainment industry, I could make invaluable connections and there are possible opportunities for advancement. But the truth of the matter is that I don’t really want this position. Six months to a year ago I would have sent a resume the day I received the posting and added it to the hundred or so other resumes I have already sent for similar positions in and around Los Angeles. However, having friends in these positions has tainted my view.

There’s the friend who works for a large children’s television network that had a crazy boss who thought you could cue up a DVD like a videotape then hand her the DVD and say “Hey, I cued it up for you,” smiled in her face then wrote nasty emails about her to other execs and blame her when she neglected to do her own work. Then there’s the other friend who barely has a moment to spare during the week or the weekend. The same friend who has gotten two promotions but has not gotten a raise in pay! More work, even longer hours, same pay! She’s so busy reading scripts and writing coverage for her job that she has no time to write her own stuff. This friend is happy to have a job but not exactly happy to have this job.

When we moved to Los Angeles we all had dreams of stardom. We write, we direct, we have MFAs. At graduation we were told that the world was our oyster. We were commanded to go west and make our mark in the entertainment industry. If we didn’t have internships secured prior to our arrival, we did as we were taught in school. We called and emailed any and everyone that we knew asking them for advice, for their contacts and if they knew anyone hiring. We were lucky if for every five inquiries we received a response. Promises were made, most never kept and over time and several jobs (most gotten on our own and not through our “network”) some of us managed to break in to the complicated and duplicitous entertainment industry.

The most successful of us shunned “Hollywood” or traditional entrée into the entertainment industry and made films on their own, financing, producing and crewing (staffing) it with friends. They “made it” but not without heavy sacrifice. They lived in cramped apartments and houses with numerous roommates, sleeping on couches, driving a beat up old car or catching the bus, buying groceries at the 99 cent store or eating off the Taco Bell Value Meal menu, if they had enough money to eat at all. They finally get their film made, have an agent and have the all important buzz surrounding their name. The only drawback is, as one classmate put it, waiting for the next project because no one tells you that your next project is not guaranteed… you could go back to living on Taco Bell and your friend’s couch next week.

So what are we, am I, to do? Do I pack up and go home? No, hell no, I don’t do Midwestern winters. Besides, I came out here to do everything I did at home on a larger level, take my career to the national and international level and I will. Do I apply for entry level jobs as assistants? No… I mean yes, I mean I need to weigh my options. If it is an excellent opportunity for me at a company whose work I respect and/or love I will go for it. I don’t have a problem being an assistant I have a problem applying for jobs just because. Hey, I don’t want to work for the aforementioned unnamed music television network, it’s not even the cool one, trust me! So, I’ll continue writing and teaching dance around the city. I like it; I’ve met really cool people, made some lasting connections and lost some of my baby fat (from when I was a baby). Besides, Hollywood ain’t what you know it’s who you know and definitely not how you got there. Here’s to finding your own way!

TV is the Devil!!!

Television is the devil!!!

I have had a TV for about 3 weeks and I am convinced that it is the devil. I have a screenplay and stage play that both need to be finished and I cannot stop watching TV. As I write I am watching the rerun of the 500th show of Tyra. Yeah, that’s right… Tyra! Some might argue my brain is leaking from my ears right now. No disrespect to Tyra but I hardly think I am her um… targeted demographic. It has taken me 10 minutes to write just these few sentences. I would count the number of sentences I’ve written but then I couldn’t watch Tyra.

Money is tight. Since I’ve moved to Los Angeles my lifestyle has undergone a serious make under. Yep, a make under. Where as I used to spend the weekend with friends shopping, having drinks and going to dinner I now count how much I spent in the grocery store, rent movies and surf the net in the library and pray I can make my rent and car note at the end of each month. I can’t tell you the last time I bought shoes or a purse and when I do manage to go out to dinner or a movie with friends it is either their treat or very very cheap.

I am lucky. I have a great group of friends and a very supportive family. My family is not wealthy so I had no trust fund to support my move cross country but my father once told me that if he had 50 cents I’ve got half of it. My friends help me when family cannot whether it’s listening to me bitch about being broke and somewhat lonely in an unfamiliar city or loaning me money when the bills are due. I would list all the people that I owe right now but then my other creditors would get jealous.

Okay, now I am watching Jon Stewart and The Daily Show and it is now 1:07 AM PST. I should be going to sleep but I want, need, to finish this blog. I need to prove to myself I can get it done in spite of this devilish TV. I didn’t come to Los Angeles to watch TV, I came to make TV… and films for that matter! I MUST MAINTAIN MY FOCUS!!!

A sane person would say just throw the damned thing out but I can’t… my TV was a gift from my cousin Mickie and her husband. Besides, I love the damned thing. I love Law and Order SVU and Criminal Intent. I am addicted to anything on TLC and Bravo, specifically Jon and Kate plus 8 and Top Chef Chicago and any documentary on A&E and PBS. Okay, I don’t have cable now but a girl can dream can’t she?! Most importantly, I am lonely and broke and the TV is always free. The TV talks to me, lulls me to sleep and provides a glimpse into other peoples lives. It also provides information and entertainment. So is TV really that bad, is it really the devil?

Well it is if you’re a writer who has moved to LA to make TV.