Well, folks, I'm a girl of my word. I promised embarrassing pictures of my latest, less-grown-up, pay-the-rent, fight-unemployment "job"...and today, that promise is fulfilled.
This job was recommended to me by a dear friend, and it turns out, it's run by a fantastic organization that basically recruits actors for hire for all sorts of corporate gigs! Meaning: there are many, many more just like me, willing to bury their pride for a couple of hours, in order to fund a crazy dream, that will probably - at some point - require an even further burying of pride (I'm looking at you, Hallmark Christmas movies!).
The day was an outdoor, obstacle course/scavenger hunt event, and each actor had a different character and station to handle. In the initial email, I was told I'd be the Hula Girl, and I would teach all the sweet participants how to use a hula hoop, score them and send them on their way! Easy enough, I thought, and you know, I think I'd look cute in a grass skirt and coconut bra! Turns out - of course - that that email was a mistake. I wouldn't be portraying the adorable Hula Girl. Ohhh no!
"Actually, Taylor, you'll be the Duckie character. You'll be in a full rubber duck mascot, and the challenge you'll be manning, is the "moving target" challenge, in which, contestants have to throw water balloons and hit the moving target."
"Also, you'll be the moving target."
I have this friend, who has this theory that I am Mindy Kaling, and each day of my life is just an episode of the Mindy Project, because ONLY SITCOM WRITERS WOULD COME UP WITH SOMETHING LIKE THIS!
But, this is where I'm at in my life, so I (begrudgingly) took a deep breath, sucked it up, applied SPF 80 to my entire body, and went on my way to the event. Turns out, I wasn't the only one who thought my whole set up was quite ridiculous, so there were a lot of people who were very, very grateful that I just rolled with the punches. Plus, you put on a full duck costume, you get a lot of attention. I just happen to be a huge fan of attention...there may have been a bit of "milking it" that day. Everybody was so nice and happy to have someone who was willing to have water balloons chucked at them for 4 hours, so it was all worth it.
It was only when the one course team showed up, and removed their shirts to show off their muscles and undershirts that read "I'd Rather Be Lifting", that I really hated my current situation. And in the end, I only took one balloon to the face. So, I figure I've got that going for me. Oh, and I got paid. Something about beggars and choosers comes to mind.
Alright, here it is. Taylor, in her most challenging role yet: Duckie