September 24, 1997
She brought oatmeal to the audition, this random woman waiting to read for a "Ross" commercial. How busy could she possibly be that she would need to combine sitting in the waiting room for an audition and eating her oatmeal? I would think it would take almost as much time to eat it as it did to pack it. She is, however, working hard on it, chewing every bite thoroughly, scraping every last morsel from the tupperware container.
Is that rude? Should I be offended? Blatantly eating oatmeal in front of us like that? It seems so harmless but what if she had brought barbeque spare ribs or a lobster? Where do you draw the line? And should she offer us a bite? The old "Did you bring enough for everyone?" argument.
And where else does she bring food? Does she have a sandwich while filling up her gas tank? A floret of brocolli at every red light? Can she fill up every waiting moment with eating? Does she sip soup at the bank? Munch a muffin as the shower warms up?
OK, the dirty tupperware is now just sitting there, a slimy testament to her waiting room snacking. The fork is honest-to-goodness silverware. It will need to be taken home and washed. no plasticware for this woman.
Fitness is key. She works out aplenty-- stairmaster, treadmill, biking, running (only on the sand). She modelled for the "Torso Trainer." The questions from the lad on her right are not very clever, not very incisive. Where's the juicy info? When does she eat chocolate? or french fries? Ever? Instead we get the workout schedule. Monday & Wednesday, blah, Tuesday & Thursday, blah. They're both pretty buff, in fact. I'm sure they're bonding over their workout schedules, different routines, etc. Fitness talk.
But WHAP! I guess he was trying to bond a little too hard. A mention of the live-in boyfriend and how he "used to train competitively." Ouch. "So however much you lift," she was saying, "he lifts more." And that's a tough area to be deficient becuase it also means he can kick his ass. And on that note, the gods swept her away and she went into her audition.
Oh, my audition? Well, the events described above took place in the 45 minutes I was waiting there (with no oatmeal, mind you). And looking at the sign-in sheet, I had about another hour to wait. Decided not to.