The Pyramid Scheme. Part II.

Update on my pyramid scheme troubles...

How long has it been since I emailed the pyramid scheme girl? 5 days. And how long did it take her to get back to me? 5 days. Does anyone know why? Probably because she needs to get her shit together and learn how to be a grown up. Anyway, I wanted to post the email she sent to me. Not only because I laughed at it, but also because of how much it angered me. These people have no shame I tell ya.

By the way, I did tell her that I got the Disneyland Hong Kong job, hahaha. So...here you go:

"Dear Sarah,
Thank you for notifying me. That sounds like an amazing opportunity!! I wouldn't expect you not to take it. :)
It's definitely a shame for me, since you were still my first pick in assistants, but I wish you the best of luck on your endeavors and I hope we can still stay in touch.
As a side note, I just wanted to give you my website in case you were still interested in any of the makeup and skin care I can provide. The Artistry essentials pack is the face wash we were discussing during our meeting, in case you wanted to try it out after your experimental skin care system ran out.
Amway.com/adrianagustavson
(If you create a customer account which only requires your name, address and email, I can give you a good discount on the Artistry)
Anyway, I hope you have a very safe trip! When are you leaving?"

Good Lord, all these people want to do is sell shit...Really, like I would buy something from her after she lied to me, and if I was going to be in China, what would be the point of me buying something from her?? Well, let's hope I do well at the Disney Auditions this week. Good day to you all.

A Strange Moment in Time

It always seems that when you least expect it, a very strange situation will present itself. Here's one that happened to me about a month ago...

I was working on an infomercial for a free trial for an acne product. I have (or had) bad acne, and it's been plaguing me for years, like since I was 11. So I tried this product called Tria Beauty System, and amazingly enough, it actually started working. I know I sound like an advertisement, but it was nice to know that I could go on camera and be shot in HD mind you, feeling confident not lying about the product. Anyway, this part really has nothing to do with the real reason I am writing this, so whatever.

My boyfriend, Jason, being the kind-hearted fellow he is, would always join me in Orange County for my shoots, so we could go out to eat or make a day trip to Disneyland, since we have our annual passes and whatnot. That particular day, we decided to go to Joe's Crab Shack, since we have never been. It was late afternoon on a weekday, and we found the restaurant to be practically deserted. We walked in, and the staff was very accommodating, and the whole atmosphere was pleasant. We sat down, ordered our drinks, and I realized I had to pee, and I mean, I REALLY had to pee. What some people may not know about me is, I have this problem. It's really hard for me to use public restrooms. Not because of germs, although I am quite the germ-a-phobe, but it's because my body doesn't like it when other people may be able to hear me going. I have no idea why this is so, but I have tried to overcome it many times. I almost got over it while travelling cross-country with my ex, being as he was a truck driver, and the only places we could pee or numero dos, were public restrooms...but as usual, I digress...Either way, in my own head, I don't care if anyone hears me peeing or pooping, but my body just won't let me go too easily if someone else is in the bathroom, and it's like, quiet enough for them to hear. If it's a large room, and there are lots of other people, I am OK. But anyway, the Joe's Crab Shack bathroom is quite small, only a couple stalls.

So I left Jason for what was supposed to be a few moments, and went to the restroom. I opened the door, and was just about to go into a stall, when from the handicapped stall, I heard a woman's voice, basically crying out, "Oh my God, please, help me!". Now, I am the kind of person that wants to help anyone I can, so I go over to the door, thinking that there is something very wrong, preparing myself for what I am about to see. I said, "Ma'am, are you all right? What can I do for you? Can I get someone to help you?". She said, "No, please just help me, I..Oh God, please!". Now I am just scared. But as she was speaking to me, I noticed that her speech was a little slurred, and so I wasn't sure what to make of this. Suddenly, out of fucking nowhere, she opens the door, and I shit you not, pants down around her ankles, she says, with TEARS running down her face, garbled speech and all, "Please! I need help with my tampon, please, I can't...Oh God, I can't..". I can't even imagine the look of horror that was upon my face. I really didn't even understand what she was trying to ask me to do. First of all, there is a rather large woman standing in front of me with her pants down, and I am trying not to catch a glimpse of her area, and I can't understand what she wants, and she is holding a tampon up to my face! I honestly thought she was mentally handicapped, so of course I felt bad for her, but what could I do? Now, the tampon was clean, thank God, and I realized there was no applicator on it, so she couldn't get it in or whatever, oh man this sound so gross I know...So I said, "I'm sorry, I really don't know what I can do for, I...I...can go get you help if you'd like..." and she was still crying as though the world was ending, and she closed the stall again, and blabbed about not having the use of one arm, and I was thinking holy shit, she wanted me to put it in for her? I really didn't know...*Shudder*

All this time, I had to pee, really really bad, and so I went into the other stall thinking maybe since I had to go so bad, it would just come out, but alas, it didn't. So I washed my hands, because I just felt dirty anyway. Meanwhile, the woman seemed to be getting louder and louder, and I was just becoming more traumatized. I told her I would bring help.

I walked out, and back across the restaurant over to Jason. I had the weirdest look on my face I'm sure. Jason was like, "What's wrong?" and I was like, "I couldn't go, there is a very strange woman in there...". So Jason and I decided that I should tell the manager. I went over to the manager and a hostess and said, "I'm sorry, but I think there is a woman in the restroom that needs help. She said she needed help with a tampon or something...I know it sounds terrible, but I don't know if she's handicapped or drunk, I am not sure, so yeah...". You can imagine my surprise when they both looked at me as if it was actually normal. They said they knew who I was talking about! She was obviously a regular. The hostess had to go in and get her out, and boy did I feel sorry for the hostess...It turned out that tampon lady was just really really drunk, and trashy I suppose, and they notified the guy who was there with her, he was sitting at the bar, and he seemed not to really care one way or the other. I saw her come out of the bathroom crying loudly, and she went back in again, and then came out, and when I looked again, thankfully, they were gone. How embarrassing for them, and me...*Shudder*. So I finally had the chance to go pee.

Needless to say, we had an excellent meal, and I had an empty bladder so all was well. But my God, that was one of the weirdest things that I have ever seen, and I pray that I will never have to go through something like it again. A word of advice ladies: If you're going to go out, and you're going to be drunk, whilst your aunt Flo is visiting, AND you can only use ONE ARM, for God's sake, wear a fucking pad. *Shudder*

The Pyramid Scheme.

Do you know how much I hate pyramid schemes? I despise them. That's how much I hate them. I think that anyone who becomes involved in one is naive, and easily brainwashed. No, you're not entrepreneurial, you're just being fooled. I have experienced a few of these attempts to get me to join the dark side, and I have yet to falter. Mainly because I don't have the $399 star-up fee, but also because I am not THAT motivated. Why you ask? I don't feel like trying to drag my all friends or recent aquaintances into a new get-rich-quick-scheme. I don't want to make everyone I know hate me because I won't stop emailing and texting them about my exciting opportunity. I am normally a motivated person, and I try to be productive, but selling whatever product these "mentors" are trying to dupe people into buying, well that's not something I call entrepreneurial...

Take yesterday for example: I had a job interview. Yes, me, the girl who has been trying for almost a year to find a decent job. I went on Craiglist the other day and started sending out resumes, like I usually do. So I get an email response back from one of them, they were in need of an assistant. I figured, awesome, I am great at being an assistant, I did it for almost 4 years at my previous job; I got this; I can do this...

How wrong I was. Where shall I start? Ok, first of all, when I received the email, it said to confirm by text. So texted her, and said I could make it. Mind you, the meeting was to take place at a Starbucks...Anytime someone you have never met wants you to meet them at a Starbucks for an interview, just say no. Everytime that I have said yes to it, I meet brainwashed people, or just plain weirdos. And I'm not the only one, I know a couple other people who have had the same experiences. Nothing against Starbucks, I love them, it just seems like people who have no life decide they need to meet there on a regular basis. But I digress...After texting her, I didn't hear back from her, so the next day, I had basically forgotten about the whole thing. It wasn't until about an hour and 10 minutes before our meeting that she finally texted me back! So of course I think to myself, I can't back out of this, I've got to do it. So I rushed to get ready, I mean, in 20 minutes I had taken a shower, dried my hair, actually picked out something to wear, and even managed to get a little makeup on. I never ever get ready that fast, really, it's almost impossible. So then I was trying to print my resume with not much time to spare, and my God damned printer was not working! I finally got it to print, got my shit together, and ran out the door. Traffic was not bad, so I got there about 10 mintues early. Whew! Or so I thought...I called her. Just so I could ask where she was sitting so I would know who to go up to. She says, "Oh sorry, I'm not there yet, but I am leaving and will be there soon". So I wait. And wait. She shows up like 10 minutes late, and proceeds to tell me she's late for almost EVERYTHING. Red flag. I got a good look at her, and she's practically a kid. Maybe 24 at the oldest. But I doubt it. Another red flag. We go inside and she starts to try to ask me questions and immediately I can tell she doesn't know what the hell she's doing. Red freakin' flag. She asked about some of my interests at one point, and I told her about my acting and whatnot, and mentioned that I also do makeup on the side. Her face lights up and she says, "Wow, that's great, we at World Wide Dream Makers just came out with a makeup product that you should so try!" Hmmmmm.......And she goes on to tell me about her work with AMWAY products, and how her "mentors" are wonderful people and how I should meet them. Did I say RED FLAG??? At this point, I am just angry. She asked me if I consider myself entrepreneurial, she said she thought that her "mentors" would see what they could do for me. Oh God stop me from grabbing her by the hair and calling her a sneaky bitch...

I kept my composure. Even when she stepped around the real subject, with her "I need an assistant" bullshit. All she really wanted was someone else to rope in so she could make more money. Assistant my ass. In my head I had already started making up excuses as to why I would have to decline. I told her that I would check my schedule and we would go from there. This stupid, gullable kid, who doesn't know shit about shit, was trying to get me involved with what I think is the scum of the Earth. So mad...so very mad. So I left, teeming with frustration as I got into my car. What a waste of time. A wasted hour of my life on crap that makes my blood boil when I hear about it. Great.

So, my plan is to tell her that I went to the Disneyland China auditions, and got in, and I will be living there for the next 9 months. It's not all a lie, I mean, the auditions are next week, and I am going, so just put out the good vibes for me, and maybe I will actually get the gig :)

Me.

Is it sad that I am writing my second blog on the same day, an hour later than my first? Yes. Yes it is. But, I guess I just want to tell people about myself.

As of now, I am 26 years old. And I feel old. I don't go out dancing or go to concerts as often as I used to. I don't do stupid shit for no reason much anymore. Sometimes I will still get the itch to drive around blasting TV themes from my car, videotaping people's reactions, but it rarely actually happens anymore. Have I lost my childish idiocy? Dear God, I hope not!

Next topic: I moved to Los Angeles almost 5 years ago. Holy crap. To me that is a long time. I was 22, penniless, (oh wait, I STILL have no money) and naive. Very naive. I was so scared. I moved into my friend's extra bedroom in Sherman Oaks. They had lived there for a year, and helped my parents to push me to leave the nest. I remember I decided to make the move because my friend, Jerry, who lives at this awesome condo that I moved into, was working at Denny's in Burbank, and helped me get a job there. I asked the manager to give me week to get my "affairs" in order, and then packed what I could fit in my car, and made the 4 hour drive.

I have to say that the friends I moved in with, saved my ass. It was nice already having known Jerry, Corey, and Patty for a few years before we all moved here. They charged me cheap rent, since I was making--get this--$146 a week at Denny's! Oh my, how I made it through coming here with $200 in the bank, and making that pitiful amount, I will never know. But like I said, it made it much easier knowing I had people here to help and give me support. I will talk about my moving adventures in another post...

What else? I act. I sing. I came here because I wanted to flourish in those areas. As far as flourishing goes, well, I don't think I have done too much of that. I have been working toward it as much as possible. I have more of a theatre background, and less film experience so it is, at times, hard to break into doing more films. But I have done a few small ones. As of late, I am unemployed (which I will also talk about later, that's a doozy of a story) so I get to auditon a lot more, thank God. I think I do pretty well with my small film and theatre gigs, but I really need to start making money for doing them. That is my goal before my unemployment runs out...sorry, I am laughing at myself, because I sound like such a loser. But I figure, hell, I am making more money on unemployment checks than I would be at some other shitty job, making minimum wage. I was making very good money at my last job, so I get a decent amount of unemployment. Why not look for more gigs than actual jobs? I need to make something happen in the area that I want to be in for the rest of my life. Now I am not saying that I am not looking for regular jobs, I just haven't heard back from anyone. So I look for a lot more gigs, and I am looking for an agent, since I have the time everyday now. Being unemployed is tough, but I can't let it get the best of me. And believe me, I almost let it do that when it first happened, but I have changed that fear into agression for the most part, and it makes me feel a lot better. I am probably rambling...so tomorrow, I will continue this...

Intro!

So...
Hello all. My name is Sarah Grace and I have no importance in this world, well maybe I do to my family and friends, but I feel that I am just your average chick, trying to survive in Los Angeles. I will never claim to have an exciting life, or act like I have many interesting things to say. I don't even hope that this blog will be noticed by someone famous who likes what I am writing and decides they have to put me in their next movie...although that would be pretty sweet. I can't even say that I am a good writer. I mean, I do all right, but don't expect a bunch of big, fancy words. You CAN expect fantastic grammar and spelling though, because I DO take pride in being somewhat educated. Overall, I want to write about my boring days on this Earth. So in my next blog, you can expect some general information about me, and what I'm about. How's that sound? Not that great? I know! That's the point!