Saturday, February 05, 2005
It's that time of year again...
Open casting call here in the ATL for the Apprentice, with the added bonus that applicants will also be considered for a show featuring Martha Stewart. I would sooner drink lighter fluid, but the spouse believes she'd be a good match for the show, and she's right. (Wouldn't it be great if the crazy female contestant were Caucasian, just this once?)
We get there at 6:30 a.m., there are about 40 people in line. (Note to these people. You are insane. If you're the first person in line, your 15 minutes of fame come on the local news story about the auditions, not during the actual "Apprentice" show itself. You're a human interest story, like the guy with a birthmark that looks like Justin Timberlake. Only you have no excuse.) People who showed up at 8:30 got wristbands too. Everyone's dressed to audition for a Donald Trump show. (Just wondering - are short skirts and stiletto heels appropriate business attire in everyone's world, or just The Donald's?) Of course, since this is 6:30 in the morning, by dawn, none of these people can feel their legs, but in Type-A Personality School they teach you to suck it up and go.
Last year the AJC came and took a picture of the line and ran it in the paper. You can see me, but not her. Apparently, this is still somewhat of a sore point. Standing next to my wife are people who work in securities, marketing, and education. They're all very nice, and they all seem very successful in their chosen professions. Too successful to want to risk being humiliated on national television. Of course, there's always one person on every reality show who's got your spot. And the Apprentice has needed a crazy redhead for awhile now. She should be doing her interview as I post.
We get there at 6:30 a.m., there are about 40 people in line. (Note to these people. You are insane. If you're the first person in line, your 15 minutes of fame come on the local news story about the auditions, not during the actual "Apprentice" show itself. You're a human interest story, like the guy with a birthmark that looks like Justin Timberlake. Only you have no excuse.) People who showed up at 8:30 got wristbands too. Everyone's dressed to audition for a Donald Trump show. (Just wondering - are short skirts and stiletto heels appropriate business attire in everyone's world, or just The Donald's?) Of course, since this is 6:30 in the morning, by dawn, none of these people can feel their legs, but in Type-A Personality School they teach you to suck it up and go.
Last year the AJC came and took a picture of the line and ran it in the paper. You can see me, but not her. Apparently, this is still somewhat of a sore point. Standing next to my wife are people who work in securities, marketing, and education. They're all very nice, and they all seem very successful in their chosen professions. Too successful to want to risk being humiliated on national television. Of course, there's always one person on every reality show who's got your spot. And the Apprentice has needed a crazy redhead for awhile now. She should be doing her interview as I post.
