There's no worst feeling than waking up extremely late and having to be in Hollywood in 20 minutes. Getting anywhere in LA in under 30 minutes is damn near impossible, unless you live near everything. Anyway instead of panicking for a really long time, I decided to just lose it and call my boss and inform him I was arriving a little late. I wasn't a little late I was almost 30 minutes late. But the good thing about the job I was doing that day was that my part didn't really matter. Well my point being was that I didn't miss much, thank goody goodness.
The thing about being late is that people remember that you're late. You're the late kid. And I already don't want to make a bad first impression on these people I work with because...I want to work again. I just accepted the fact that I was late and yelled, groaned, complained and cursed at every driver that drove by. Also, it's better to just be honest than come up with a "good," excuse because there isn't one. You can't use traffic because that's already a given. Can't really say your alarm didn't go off because if you think about it, it doesn't matter. You're already late, live with it, get there as soon as you can and as safely as you can.
Meanwhile fast forward to the afternoon and I'm standing waiting for the audience members to arrive. I'm standing next to a security guard named Robert. Robert was very nice and social so we had a good time chatting while killing time til the next showing. After a while of talking we introduce each other's name, said nice to meet you and moved on with our respective jobs. Fast forward to that afternoon and Robert and I are talking to another person and he started it off by saying:
"Oh right! Close enough. Man I ain't never heard of Mara before, that's an interesting name. Myra is like a common name though."
Fast forward about thirty minutes, and the theater supervisor, Molly comes up to me while I'm gathering the line around the Egyptian Theatre. I was doing a good job so Molly thought to compliment me.
"Great job Meira! You doing alright?"
"Um...yep. Yeah I'm good."
WHY IS MY NAME SO HARD TO REMEMBER? Like I understand that sometimes I need to enunciate better but come on! I can't wait for the day when I'm successful and people will hopefully get my name right. I mean at this point, it just feels like a loss of an identity. Not like a full on loss, but like, and I know it sounds weird, but I feel like I'm losing myself. It's like I don't exist.
Anyway. Before I go deeper, I just want to take a moment and again be thankful for all the opportunities and be grateful for all the challenges. I'm the sperm that won, might as well appreciate the life.
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