When my alarm rang at 6am this morning, I grumbled, grunted, and pretty much cursed the world. I hit the snooze button because I refused to put my feet on the floor until the sun at least started to peak through my curtains. As a human being, I don't think it's right to have to be up before the sun. When I did get out of bed, I plodded to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth, and with half-closed eyes I picked out the most comfortable "business professional" outfit I could find. I did pretty well considering that "business professional" attire is generally not created for comfort. I hated everything about it.
If you know me at all, you know I am not a morning person. Anyone who has lived with me knows this firsthand. Any one who has had a 10 minute conversation with me has probably heard me mention it. My college roommates learned quickly that I only speak in grunts until I've showered or had coffee. My sorority sisters learned by trial and error that singing to me before I get out of bed will result in thrown pillows. My brave friend Alicia once continued singing after all of the pillows on my bed had been launched at her head, and ended up getting hit in the shoulder with a journal. That is not one of my shining moments - Sorry Alicia. My mother knows not to call me before at least 10am on a day off (or at least, she should know. Sometimes she forgets). My housemates here in the city laugh at my schedule. And my boyfriend, who is currently living 2 time zones behind me, is rarely up before I am, so that is working well.
My ideal schedule would be to wake up at 10 and begin working around noon. It's a great schedule for an actor. It's not really conducive to anything else I've found. I've learned that generally here in New York I have to suck it up and deal with it, but I really don't function well before 10. There is some sort of switch that flips in my head at 10am that seems to say "ok, I'm here. Let's do this." Until then, I'm basically useless, which is probably why this particular blog entry is so convoluted. It's not even 9 yet! Meh.
Anyway, the point of this post, and the connection to morning hatred and Black Friday, is this:
I got off the subway at the south east corner of Central Park at 7:50 this morning for my temp assignment, grumbling and complaining in my head, and I just froze. I looked out over the park - the quiet pond, that sweet little bridge, the trees (some of which are still clinging to their gorgeous fall leaves), the people bundled up walking with their dogs on the winding paths below - and I thought "wow." I turned around and looked up at the sky scrapers that cut through the crisp morning light, the Plaza Hotel with all of its wonderful "old New York" splendor, and the twinkling Christmas decorations that are now lining 5th Avenue, and I thought "wow." I was reminded in that moment just how much I love this city and how thankful I am to be able to live and work here. I have a job, and as strange and sporadic as my employment might be, it pays the bills and keeps me from having to deal with insane New York shoppers fighting for the best deals on this day of madness that we call Black Friday.
So, if you're reading this, I hope you find a moment today to stop and appreciate where you are, whether curled up with loved ones at home, braving the crowds shopping, or back to the grind of work. Continue the attitude of Thanks-giving today. It certainly changed my perspective.
Wow, that got a little cheesy. I'm blaming it on the fact that it's still well before 10am.
Grace be with you,
Lindsey Shea
Friday, November 28, 2014
Wednesday, November 12, 2014
REALLY Odd Jobs: Part ? of that Series I Tried to Start Last Year
Y'all... Some weeks are weird.
This has been a particularly weird week, and it isn't over yet. New York City is a crazy place full of crazy people who will ask you to do crazy things.
For example, this morning I find myself at another temp job. This particular company hired three temps to sit in empty offices and "look busy" while they have a conference. They are PAYING me to LOOK BUSY. When I explained this to my boyfriend last night on the phone (Hey check it out! Another cryptic mention of Lindsey's boyfriend!), he inspired me to really take this job to the next level. So far I have been taking critical and detailed notes from my Facebook news feed, answering urgent imaginary phone calls from our international office partners, and now I am writing my VERY important emails to high-profile clients who requested my input on such and such matter personally. I am a very important asset to this company who shall remain nameless. Corporate America. It's weird.
I shouldn't be too surprised, though. This week has been pretty weird from the start. The entertainment industry is just as weird, if not more so, than the business world. I began my week at 7am, standing outside a building in 34 degree weather, waiting to be put into another line where a man would look at me and tell me if he wanted to hear me sing or not. After three hours of waiting and hoping I would get to sing, I got "typed in" and started hoping and praying that he wanted me to be an Angry Tree or a Flying Monkey in his production of The Wizard of Oz. Dream big y'all. He did not. I did get to sing, but I did not get a callback, so I trotted off to the next audition with my pride only slightly deflated and my dreams of throwing apples at Dorothy from the inside of a heavy synthetic bark suit put on hold.
My second audition of the day was out in Jersey City. I don't really know anything about New Jersey except that my unlimited MetroCard doesn't work for the PATH train. I bought a new card, hopped on the train, and went out to a theater in Journal Square. The audition was for a company that strives to be immersive in innovative ways. In this particular production, the entire audience will be blind-folded and the production will utilize the other senses to question our perception of reality: is what we see what we really believe? It promises to be an interesting experience. So, in the audition for this type of production, one shouldn't be surprised at interesting casting methods. However, when the director told me she was going to close her eyes for my whole audition, I was a little taken-aback. I mean, it made sense. If I book it, nobody will see me anyway, but I've never had someone actually close their eyes for my audition. I've had plenty of casting directors look at their phone or be really engrossed in the salad in front of them, but never so blatantly not look at me. Considering the circumstance, it was actually quite fun.
I have another weird audition coming up tomorrow. There's a new children's tour going out with puppets designed by Jim Henson's creature shop, and in addition to singing a comedic song, the breakdown asks for a puppet lip-syncing audition. They will provide the puppet, but I have to provide the song, so all week I've been rehearsing in front of a mirror with my sock and an emery board. The cat thinks I'm insane. I would also like to take this moment to thank my mother for instilling in me an early love of puppets. If I book this job, it will be because of the hours of entertainment your various puppet creations gave me. Special shout outs to Mr. Sock, the sock puppet you actually left ON YOUR FOOT for me to talk to, and the weird little finger puppet googley eyes that lived in the junk drawer in the kitchen.
Another slightly weird aspect of my week was my first yoga class at a new studio in my neighborhood. The class was actually fantastic, and it was donation-based with a suggested donation of $5, which is awesome in this really expensive city. The weird thing about it, which my mom actually pointed out later, was that I was doing yoga... in Harlem... It was basically like a meeting of all of the skinny white people in the area, and there aren't a whole lot of us. I did learn, however, that I can no longer call myself the only blonde in the neighborhood... stupid little yoga girls. :(
I think the most normal part of my week will actually be my babysitting job at the church tomorrow morning, and for most people, that would be a far cry from normal. I love it though. Those kids keep me young. I mean really young. Like, I tend to act like a 4 year old when I'm with them. Don't judge.
Wait. Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe the most normal part of my week was the fundraising gala I volunteered for last night with my new comedy improv group, Cherub Improv. OK, yeah, maybe not. Hobnobbing with rich people who like to support a non-profit comedy team who does charitable outreach and free improv shows was pretty weird. REALLY awesome, but probably weird. Also, if you would like to learn more about Cherub Improv or support this really awesome group, check us out at www.cherubimprov.org.
Well, I guess that's pretty much been my whole week. I hope you enjoyed the weirdness of it all. Maybe next week will be a little more normal for me, but I almost hope not. It's been fun.
Grace be with you,
Lindsey Shea
This has been a particularly weird week, and it isn't over yet. New York City is a crazy place full of crazy people who will ask you to do crazy things.
For example, this morning I find myself at another temp job. This particular company hired three temps to sit in empty offices and "look busy" while they have a conference. They are PAYING me to LOOK BUSY. When I explained this to my boyfriend last night on the phone (Hey check it out! Another cryptic mention of Lindsey's boyfriend!), he inspired me to really take this job to the next level. So far I have been taking critical and detailed notes from my Facebook news feed, answering urgent imaginary phone calls from our international office partners, and now I am writing my VERY important emails to high-profile clients who requested my input on such and such matter personally. I am a very important asset to this company who shall remain nameless. Corporate America. It's weird.
I shouldn't be too surprised, though. This week has been pretty weird from the start. The entertainment industry is just as weird, if not more so, than the business world. I began my week at 7am, standing outside a building in 34 degree weather, waiting to be put into another line where a man would look at me and tell me if he wanted to hear me sing or not. After three hours of waiting and hoping I would get to sing, I got "typed in" and started hoping and praying that he wanted me to be an Angry Tree or a Flying Monkey in his production of The Wizard of Oz. Dream big y'all. He did not. I did get to sing, but I did not get a callback, so I trotted off to the next audition with my pride only slightly deflated and my dreams of throwing apples at Dorothy from the inside of a heavy synthetic bark suit put on hold.
My second audition of the day was out in Jersey City. I don't really know anything about New Jersey except that my unlimited MetroCard doesn't work for the PATH train. I bought a new card, hopped on the train, and went out to a theater in Journal Square. The audition was for a company that strives to be immersive in innovative ways. In this particular production, the entire audience will be blind-folded and the production will utilize the other senses to question our perception of reality: is what we see what we really believe? It promises to be an interesting experience. So, in the audition for this type of production, one shouldn't be surprised at interesting casting methods. However, when the director told me she was going to close her eyes for my whole audition, I was a little taken-aback. I mean, it made sense. If I book it, nobody will see me anyway, but I've never had someone actually close their eyes for my audition. I've had plenty of casting directors look at their phone or be really engrossed in the salad in front of them, but never so blatantly not look at me. Considering the circumstance, it was actually quite fun.
I have another weird audition coming up tomorrow. There's a new children's tour going out with puppets designed by Jim Henson's creature shop, and in addition to singing a comedic song, the breakdown asks for a puppet lip-syncing audition. They will provide the puppet, but I have to provide the song, so all week I've been rehearsing in front of a mirror with my sock and an emery board. The cat thinks I'm insane. I would also like to take this moment to thank my mother for instilling in me an early love of puppets. If I book this job, it will be because of the hours of entertainment your various puppet creations gave me. Special shout outs to Mr. Sock, the sock puppet you actually left ON YOUR FOOT for me to talk to, and the weird little finger puppet googley eyes that lived in the junk drawer in the kitchen.
Another slightly weird aspect of my week was my first yoga class at a new studio in my neighborhood. The class was actually fantastic, and it was donation-based with a suggested donation of $5, which is awesome in this really expensive city. The weird thing about it, which my mom actually pointed out later, was that I was doing yoga... in Harlem... It was basically like a meeting of all of the skinny white people in the area, and there aren't a whole lot of us. I did learn, however, that I can no longer call myself the only blonde in the neighborhood... stupid little yoga girls. :(
I think the most normal part of my week will actually be my babysitting job at the church tomorrow morning, and for most people, that would be a far cry from normal. I love it though. Those kids keep me young. I mean really young. Like, I tend to act like a 4 year old when I'm with them. Don't judge.
Wait. Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe the most normal part of my week was the fundraising gala I volunteered for last night with my new comedy improv group, Cherub Improv. OK, yeah, maybe not. Hobnobbing with rich people who like to support a non-profit comedy team who does charitable outreach and free improv shows was pretty weird. REALLY awesome, but probably weird. Also, if you would like to learn more about Cherub Improv or support this really awesome group, check us out at www.cherubimprov.org.
Well, I guess that's pretty much been my whole week. I hope you enjoyed the weirdness of it all. Maybe next week will be a little more normal for me, but I almost hope not. It's been fun.
Grace be with you,
Lindsey Shea
Monday, November 10, 2014
The Donkey Days of Summer
This morning I find myself at the reception desk of an investment firm (I think?) answering phones and making coffee for people who don't know my name. I'm not complaining. It is a pleasant environment, the work is not difficult, and I have time to blog --you're welcome, Mom. It is, however, a far cry from the artistically fulfilling 5 months I just experienced. As I have been reminded, there are many seasons in life, especially for a performer, and we endure the less exciting seasons so that the thrilling ones are even more wonderful. In an effort to make this "less exciting" day a little more fun, I have decided to revisit my summer experiences and recount some of my adventures for you today.
This summer, I was hired as an actor for the Thin Air Theater Company in Cripple Creek, Colorado to perform as Sarah Brown in Guys and Dolls and Mrs. Champain/Duchess in The Spoilers- a classic melodrama. I accepted the contract because I knew the role of Sarah would look good on my resume. Little did I know, that would be the least exciting talking point of the summer.
Cripple Creek is a tiny little town nestled on the top of a mountain near Pike's Peak.Once upon a time, at the height of the Colorado gold rush, it was the 5th largest city in Colorado. Today it is a casino town with a few historical museums and tourists attractions. It may not sound exciting, but what it lacks in activity, it certainly makes up for in character. The residents of Cripple Creek are very proud of their heritage, and EVERYTHING in the town has a heritage: the theater, the businesses, the gold mine, and even the town mascot- the donkeys.
The Theater:
The long-running history of theater -particularly melodrama- in Cripple Creek began with the Mackin family. At a time when the town population began to dwindle after the gold rush, the Mackins introduced a new revenue- live theater. The "mountain people" of the area were attracted to these productions at the Imperial Theater because they were allowed to boo and cheer as the play went along. Tourists were attracted to the town because of the quickly-spreading reputation the theater had earned. It is rumored that even Walt Disney visited the theater when he was in town. These days, the melodramas are performed down the street from the Imperial at the Butte Opera House, and a different company produces the shows, but the commitment to historical excellence is held to a very high standard. The theater is the pride of the town, and we as actors definitely had moments of "celebrity" treatment.
Our shows were generally very well received by our audiences. However, there were a few performances that didn't go so well. One afternoon, during Guys and Dolls, the entire front row and half of the second row got up and left at intermission, complaining about the "excessive cursing." Now, I understand that cursing can be offensive, but the script isn't excessive. I think we said "the D word" and "H-E-double hockey sticks" MAYBE 3 or 4 times. That, apparently, was WAY too much for this group. We actually ran into one of them while out shopping the next day. I attempted to control my annoyance and be polite when one of the elderly men chided me for my allowance of such language. He told me his life story, explaining that he once "had a mouth like a sailor" but then "found God and can't tolerate that lifestyle no more." After a few minutes of quietly smiling and listening to him, I sweetly said "Well, sir, I understand that. However, both of the words that offended you are found in the Bible, and our play actually contained a very strong message of redemption. I wish you could have seen the end, but maybe next time you should do a bit of research before purchasing tickets." We all joked about it later, but at the time, it was a miserable experience. So, soapbox moment, if you plan to see live theater at any point in the near future, please remember the following:
1) The internet is a fantastic resource when you want to know what you're getting into. Feel free to use it BEFORE you purchase tickets.
2) If you still want to see the show but think you might need to leave, PLEASE don't sit in the front row.
3)WE CAN SEE YOU! Especially if you sit in the front few rows, the actors on stage can see what you are doing. So, if you fall asleep, if your phone goes off, if you get up and leave, if you are a bratty teenager that clearly does not want to be there, if you get really intoxicated and try to climb up on to the stage, WE WILL KNOW. And we will probably make fun of you, and/or blog about it, later.
The Businesses:
While few of the businesses of the "golden age" remain in Cripple Creek, there are a few that have turned their heritage into touristy historic stops. A few of my favorites were the old jail museum, the train depot, and The Old Homestead. As members of the acting company, we were welcomed into these establishments with open arms. We toured the cells of the allegedly haunted old jail, we bounced along on the steam engine train as it took us up through the mountains and around the old mining sites, and we gawked at the rooms where the famous Pearl de Vere and her girls would accommodate their "gentleman callers" for $250 a night at a time when $3/day was considered good salary.
My FAVORITE museum wasn't actually in Cripple Creek. Just down the mountain, in Woodland Park, there is a Dinosaur Resource Center. My boyfriend took me to the museum on one of our first few dates. During one of our shows, he snuck into the girls' dressing room and filled my station with gummy bears. He put a plastic dinosaur in the middle with a gummy bear in its mouth and a note card that invited me to "that dinosaur place." While taking a tour, we were surprised to realize that not only was this a cool museum with huge fossils looming over us, it was an active paleontologist lab! The owners were still actively finding and casting molds of fossils they found on excursions, and many of the lab's castings can be found in museums all over the world, including the Museum of Natural History, here in NYC! If you every find yourself near that part of Colorado, I would definitely recommend a visit.
The Gold Mine:
Now that I think about it, the gold mine wasn't that exciting... just really big. There was gold back then, there is gold now. They've found new ways of busting up the mountain to get it. They promise to fix it when they're done.
The Donkeys:
I saved the donkeys for last because they are probably the most defining aspect of Cripple Creek as a quirky little town. The free-roaming herd of donkeys are descendants of the mining donkeys from the gold rush. This cluster of 12 asses have free reign of the city. They walk through town, stop in the middle of the road, relax in front yards of anyone who doesn't have a fence, and pose for pictures with tourists. The Two Mile High Club has been established in CC to take care of the donkeys: feeding them, boarding them in the snowy winter months, and taking them to the vet when they get sick. All of the shops in town have donkey treats for purchase, so these jack asses are pretty spoiled. The town even has a festival in the middle of the summer called Donkey Derby Days to celebrate them. The donkeys race down the mountain and into town where they are cheered and toasted. There are concerts on the main strip, vendors set up with merchandise and fair food, donkey rides, contests, and even a parade. It was something special...
Overall, I had an amazing time in Cripple Creek. The mountains were GORGEOUS, the company took great care of us, I worked with some phenomenal people, and I spent 5 glorious months doing what I love to do- performing. So, now, while I am thrilled to be back home in the city, I'm a little nostalgic and very thankful for the time I spent in the mountains.
Grace be with you,
Lindsey Shea
This summer, I was hired as an actor for the Thin Air Theater Company in Cripple Creek, Colorado to perform as Sarah Brown in Guys and Dolls and Mrs. Champain/Duchess in The Spoilers- a classic melodrama. I accepted the contract because I knew the role of Sarah would look good on my resume. Little did I know, that would be the least exciting talking point of the summer.
Cripple Creek is a tiny little town nestled on the top of a mountain near Pike's Peak.Once upon a time, at the height of the Colorado gold rush, it was the 5th largest city in Colorado. Today it is a casino town with a few historical museums and tourists attractions. It may not sound exciting, but what it lacks in activity, it certainly makes up for in character. The residents of Cripple Creek are very proud of their heritage, and EVERYTHING in the town has a heritage: the theater, the businesses, the gold mine, and even the town mascot- the donkeys.
The Theater:
The long-running history of theater -particularly melodrama- in Cripple Creek began with the Mackin family. At a time when the town population began to dwindle after the gold rush, the Mackins introduced a new revenue- live theater. The "mountain people" of the area were attracted to these productions at the Imperial Theater because they were allowed to boo and cheer as the play went along. Tourists were attracted to the town because of the quickly-spreading reputation the theater had earned. It is rumored that even Walt Disney visited the theater when he was in town. These days, the melodramas are performed down the street from the Imperial at the Butte Opera House, and a different company produces the shows, but the commitment to historical excellence is held to a very high standard. The theater is the pride of the town, and we as actors definitely had moments of "celebrity" treatment.
Our shows were generally very well received by our audiences. However, there were a few performances that didn't go so well. One afternoon, during Guys and Dolls, the entire front row and half of the second row got up and left at intermission, complaining about the "excessive cursing." Now, I understand that cursing can be offensive, but the script isn't excessive. I think we said "the D word" and "H-E-double hockey sticks" MAYBE 3 or 4 times. That, apparently, was WAY too much for this group. We actually ran into one of them while out shopping the next day. I attempted to control my annoyance and be polite when one of the elderly men chided me for my allowance of such language. He told me his life story, explaining that he once "had a mouth like a sailor" but then "found God and can't tolerate that lifestyle no more." After a few minutes of quietly smiling and listening to him, I sweetly said "Well, sir, I understand that. However, both of the words that offended you are found in the Bible, and our play actually contained a very strong message of redemption. I wish you could have seen the end, but maybe next time you should do a bit of research before purchasing tickets." We all joked about it later, but at the time, it was a miserable experience. So, soapbox moment, if you plan to see live theater at any point in the near future, please remember the following:
1) The internet is a fantastic resource when you want to know what you're getting into. Feel free to use it BEFORE you purchase tickets.
2) If you still want to see the show but think you might need to leave, PLEASE don't sit in the front row.
3)WE CAN SEE YOU! Especially if you sit in the front few rows, the actors on stage can see what you are doing. So, if you fall asleep, if your phone goes off, if you get up and leave, if you are a bratty teenager that clearly does not want to be there, if you get really intoxicated and try to climb up on to the stage, WE WILL KNOW. And we will probably make fun of you, and/or blog about it, later.
The Businesses:
While few of the businesses of the "golden age" remain in Cripple Creek, there are a few that have turned their heritage into touristy historic stops. A few of my favorites were the old jail museum, the train depot, and The Old Homestead. As members of the acting company, we were welcomed into these establishments with open arms. We toured the cells of the allegedly haunted old jail, we bounced along on the steam engine train as it took us up through the mountains and around the old mining sites, and we gawked at the rooms where the famous Pearl de Vere and her girls would accommodate their "gentleman callers" for $250 a night at a time when $3/day was considered good salary.
My FAVORITE museum wasn't actually in Cripple Creek. Just down the mountain, in Woodland Park, there is a Dinosaur Resource Center. My boyfriend took me to the museum on one of our first few dates. During one of our shows, he snuck into the girls' dressing room and filled my station with gummy bears. He put a plastic dinosaur in the middle with a gummy bear in its mouth and a note card that invited me to "that dinosaur place." While taking a tour, we were surprised to realize that not only was this a cool museum with huge fossils looming over us, it was an active paleontologist lab! The owners were still actively finding and casting molds of fossils they found on excursions, and many of the lab's castings can be found in museums all over the world, including the Museum of Natural History, here in NYC! If you every find yourself near that part of Colorado, I would definitely recommend a visit.
The Gold Mine:
Now that I think about it, the gold mine wasn't that exciting... just really big. There was gold back then, there is gold now. They've found new ways of busting up the mountain to get it. They promise to fix it when they're done.
The Donkeys:
I saved the donkeys for last because they are probably the most defining aspect of Cripple Creek as a quirky little town. The free-roaming herd of donkeys are descendants of the mining donkeys from the gold rush. This cluster of 12 asses have free reign of the city. They walk through town, stop in the middle of the road, relax in front yards of anyone who doesn't have a fence, and pose for pictures with tourists. The Two Mile High Club has been established in CC to take care of the donkeys: feeding them, boarding them in the snowy winter months, and taking them to the vet when they get sick. All of the shops in town have donkey treats for purchase, so these jack asses are pretty spoiled. The town even has a festival in the middle of the summer called Donkey Derby Days to celebrate them. The donkeys race down the mountain and into town where they are cheered and toasted. There are concerts on the main strip, vendors set up with merchandise and fair food, donkey rides, contests, and even a parade. It was something special...
Overall, I had an amazing time in Cripple Creek. The mountains were GORGEOUS, the company took great care of us, I worked with some phenomenal people, and I spent 5 glorious months doing what I love to do- performing. So, now, while I am thrilled to be back home in the city, I'm a little nostalgic and very thankful for the time I spent in the mountains.
Grace be with you,
Lindsey Shea
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