A Squirrel At The Cattle Call

casting couch

It’s Friday!  YAY for you, and boo for me since I go back to work tonight.  But hey, that means it’s time for the next installment of my Millionaire Journey series!  Did you miss my first post in the saga?  You did?  Lucky for you, it’s in reruns now.  You can find Part 1 here.  Go ahead and read it… don’t worry, the rest of the class will patiently wait for you to catch up…

It's Twitter Time!

It’s Twitter Time!

OK, so when we last left our story, I took the chance and broke through the show’s hotline to get one of the handful of reservations to the morning audition in St. Louis.  I had a mere two weeks to let it sink in that I had essentially just committed myself to attending a game show audition.  An audition that, per the recorded voice on the telephone, was looking for three things in potential contestants….

Poise

Poise

Television presence

Television presence

And a sense of humor.

And a sense of humor.

Now those of you who follow this blog will know that I’ve got the last criterion covered pretty well… at least when I’m in a comfortable environment.  Poise?  Epileptic possums have more poise and control than I do.  Television presence????  From someone who doesn’t even like to have their picture taken???  Ummm, this looks like a lost cause before I even show up at the door!

sully cute

Nice try, Sully, but I don’t think that’s going to work…

And speaking of showing up at the door… what in the hell am I going to wear to this thing?  I don’t do anything fancier than jeans and my collared polo-style shirts, which make up exactly 100% of my wardrobe.  I don’t think it’s going to wow anyone if I show up looking like I had just finished toiling the night away at Mecca…. ummm….

Go easy on me, dude!  I need to be poised and have a sense of humor in the morning!

Go easy on me, dude! I need to be poised and have a sense of humor in the morning!

Yeah, since the audition is on a Saturday morning exactly two hours after quitting time at Mecca, it looks like I’m going to look and feel like hell for the audition anyway.  This is starting to really, really seem like a terrible idea.  I don’t know why I’m even going to go through with it…. but I am.

Woohoo!  You go, Evil Squirrel!

Woohoo! You go, Evil Squirrel!

So Saturday November 4th arrived.  The first thing I needed to go my way came to pass… we actually got off work on time that morning.  Back in those days, just because we were scheduled to get off work at 7 AM didn’t mean we were leaving at 7 AM.  Us night shifters were expected to stay until the job was done.  Getting an hour or two of overtime a week was not all that unusual.

But even with that break, time was still not on my side.  It was made crystal clear in the instructions on the phone that nobody would be admitted to the audition any later than 15 minutes before it started.  The audition was at the Sheraton Inn in Clayton, a suburb of St. Louis that was about a 25 minute drive from where I lived.  There was no time to take a relaxing bath… I just had to get the Mecca dirt out of my tail and run.

Oh, shut up!  You're next.

Oh, shut up! You’re next.

Since my Dad is more familiar with the area west of St. Louis, I allowed him to drive me to the audition.  I made it to the registration line with 10 minutes to spare.  I showed them my drivers license and social security card to verify the information I punched in on the phone, and was handed all of the tools I’d need for filling out the contestant profile form they handed me.

What kind of supplies does the most popular show on primetime television have on hand for its auditions, you might ask?  One of those technology gone horribly wrong mechanical lead pencils that are a bitch to use, and a thin piece of cardboard slab about the size of a standard sheet of paper.  I kid you not… a fucking piece of cardboard to write on.

Please be sure to recycle your testing supplies upon leaving the hotel.

Please be sure to recycle your testing supplies upon leaving the hotel.

I was also given a ticket.  No, not a golden ticket like they give out on American Idol… there was absolutely nothing fancy at all about this ticket.  You can buy a whole roll of them at Mecca for a couple bucks, and they’d look better than the flimsy, generic stub that would brand me for the next couple hours as simply “Number 80”.

And yes, I still have that ticket... funny you should ask!

And yes, I still have that ticket… funny you should ask!

The producers who were running this audition spared absolutely no expense when it came to making this tryout as professional and comfortable as possible for its attendees.  Walking into the testing room revealed row after row of tightly spaced metal folding chairs with a narrow aisle separating the room in two halves.  It looked like an assembly in the gym of my old grade school, which was built in 1910 and hadn’t changed much in the 70 years that had passed before I attended there.  So we’re going to be jammed in like sardines trying to fill out a scantron sheet sitting on a piece of cardboard in our laps while using the pencils they supply at the front desk in Hell.

Maybe I shouldn't have bothered washing off that Mecca stink beforehand...

Maybe I shouldn’t have bothered washing off that Mecca stink beforehand…

I found myself a seat in one of the rows that was still fairly unoccupied and steeled myself to fill out the profile form with the archaic writing supplies the crew stole from the dumpster behind the hotel.  Personal information…. sure, no problem.  They already know my name, date of birth, and social security number, so why not give them more details to apply for credit in my name so Regis can buy more shiny ties.  Have I appeared on any game show in the past year… ha!  That’s funny.  I can’t believe I’m even here trying out for this one you’re putting on, thank you very much.  Education and occupation… yeah, I’m a college graduate working my life away as a pawn at Mecca.  How’s that for standing out from the crowd?

Name five interesting things about yourself….. oh shit!  I was afraid of this!

And I didn't even have the squirrel thing to fall back on at that time...

And I didn’t even have the squirrel thing to fall back on at that time…

There was nothing, and I mean absolutely NOTHING about my life, or that happened in my life that was the least bit interesting to anyone but me.  It’s the game show kiss of death to not have an anecdote or two for the host to chat about with you while you sweat out the next spin of the wheel.  I don’t think I filled out even one line, let alone all five.  Yep, this thing was OVAH before it even started…

Hit the road, Jack!

Hit the road, Jack!

But I’m here in this crowded audition room instead of at home sleeping, so I may as well go through with it….

And I’ll get into the blood and guts of that fateful audition next week!  Until next time, boys and squirrels!

Same squirrel time!  Same squirrel channel!

Same squirrel time! Same squirrel channel!

Advertisements

About evilsquirrel13

Bored former 30-something who has nothing better to do with his life than draw cartoon squirrels.
This entry was posted in Millionaire Journey and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

14 Responses to A Squirrel At The Cattle Call

  1. 1jaded1 says:

    *clap clap clap* Since there is a next week, I’m guessing it wasn’t ovah. That’s my final answer.

    • ……..dramatic drum roll………

      Correct for $500,000!!!!

      • 1jaded1 says:

        See, now this is where I’d take it and run. They’d be all annoyed because I didn’t lose a million dollars and couldn’t drop to 20k. I don’t even know if this makes sense…I only saw the show a few times, lol.

      • It makes perfect sense! Willingness to take a risk was an unintended quality they got from many of their phone contestants that was in short supply once they went solely to audition, particularly in the Meredith Vieira syndicated series. If you remember the rules and the way the question values were laid out, this will stun you…. but there was once a contestant who walked from their $500 question. WALKED AWAY from the show with $300 in pocket. In an everyday situation… sure, who wouldn’t want a sure thing $300? But on a game show? They got a lot of bad, bad, bad contestants going strictly for personality and demographics….

  2. PigLove says:

    oh squeal!! More – more – more please. XOXO – Bacon

  3. merbear74 says:

    I once caught my brother and his friend having relations with a Pink Panther stuffed animal.

  4. markbialczak says:

    I can’t wait for the part where they make you choose your lifelines, ESN.

  5. draliman says:

    Ooh, did you snap and start jabbing people with your faulty mechanical pencil? Is that what happened?
    Looking forward to the next instalment!

Jabber Away...

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s