I got my first job when I was 16. I worked at La Senza and sold panties to men who needed forgiveness from their girlfriends or wives…or both. My first job also meant my first time buying Christmas gifts for my family! It also meant that I had my own cash, so if at a grocery store I decided I wanted a Kit Kat…well, you can bet I was going to buy it for myself!
I had learned pretty early on the importance of money and
self-sufficiency and independence, and it stuck with me. Since my
undergarment (and occasionally some toys…this was a pretty risque job
for doe-eyed, 16 year old Taylor) selling gig, I’ve worked a pretty wide
array of jobs. I moved on from selling those panties to selling Calvin
Klein panties. I was the photographer at Walmart for what I can only
assume are the pictures that now end up in the “Awkward Family Photos”
books. I was an accountant for a small stint there…Yeah. Seriously. I
toured Mexican kids around London for a bit. Also, seriously. I’ve
babysat children, and worked an election…kind of also like babysitting
children. And now I currently spend my Saturdays as a cleaning lady at
I’ve pretty much covered just about everything (except serving…I’m
absolutely terrified of being a waitress! Don’t ask me why). It hasn’t
really mattered what I was doing, as long as I could make sure I made
money and felt a little independent.
This summer, however, I quit my job at the time and took a break in
order to focus on shooting Spaces and Reservations, as well as to just
devote more time to being a proactive actor…a “proact-or”? My time off
was pretty sweet. I’ve learned to Tweet! I’ve bombarded my friends with
blog posts. I was in a movie. I…came out broke!
You do the best you can, but this industry is tough. Just because you
decide to quit your day job for a while, doesn’t mean that everything
else is going to fall into place and all of a sudden you’ll book an
international commercial that’ll pay your bills for the next year!
Doesn’t reality suck?
So, now I’m in a scramble looking for a normal person, (kind of)
grown up job. I’ve even applied for waitressing jobs. Because when you
need work and to pay bills and to stop feeling like you’re 12, you suck
it up and let pride or fears take a back seat. You take what you can
get. And maybe accepting a bit of cash from your parents for cleaning
out their garage, or taking the household’s pop cans back to the
recycling depot for change doesn’t help with the “not feeling 12” thing.
But every little bit helps, right?
So until that international commercial comes along, please let this blog serve as my resume and cover letter! ;)