Here comes the bride?

No, dont panic, not for real, definitely not yet, and probably never, in all truth. But getting to dress up as a bride, well, I would say it was unlikely, but you never know. When I got home from work on Friday evening, a friend on Twitter had let me know about this link.

Or for those of you who like the information in easy form

For this campaign, we are looking to cast a transgender woman, around 21-50 years old, to portray our bride. This spot tells the story of a bride on her wedding day and captures the power of optimism in a real, bright, sometimes heavy, but mostly positive way. This is an acting role (not portraying yourself) so there may be some dialogue required. We’re looking for someone who is dynamic, interesting and able to give us real emotion and a genuine, loving smile. Ideally someone with a story to tell, optimistic light inside, expressive eyes and has acting ability. Script can be provided upon request

Fine, strictly I dont fit into that age range, but everyone tells me I dont look my age, and I’m told my smile is good, so I’ve given it a go, and sent off an application, selling myself accordingly. The money is good ($4500, plus travel costs), the filming is in LA, so what more could I ask? The obvious answers, to have acted more recently, to be a bit, if not a lot younger (I’m sure they are ideally seeking someone nearer the lower end of that age range), but what the hell, if you dont try, you dont know, and as a few friends have said to me, I’m only going to hear the answer “No” at worst. In fact, its what I’m expecting, but if it enables me to get a foot in the door, who knows?

But no, I havent yet looked to see if the Dodgers are at home at all, during filming dates, for some strange reason lol. Though fine, if by some miracle it does happen, I sure will! Knowing my luck, they wont be, but anyway…when I’m a star of multiple TV ads, and living in town, stop laughing, I’m very much only joking now!

I must admit, despite being horribly independent nowadays, I’ve always dreamed of wearing a wedding dress, since the first day I knew I wanted to become a woman, back in 2001, but never imagined it happening. It almost certainly wont, but maybe, just maybe?

The video. Massive clue in the blog title, this time. I know, shock horror…

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Is there life on…?

So fine, the EU vote didnt go the way I wanted it to, or expected it to, but anyway, regardless, I accept the result of the democratic vote, unlike more than 2 million others, who are demanding another vote, because it wasnt the result they wanted. I know, just over a million, on a vote of over 33 million, but we have to take it, that needs to be faced. I am at least, whatever I think.

Alright, fine, if I actually qualified for an Irish passport, I might have taken my chance by applying for one, just to be able to stay in Europe. Only thing is, last distant point in lineage for that is grandparents, and my last known lineage is great grandparents. Equally, if I was at an early point in my working life, I might look to move over there, and work, but seriously, at 58, its not going to happen. Its been hellishly hard finding work over here, without attempting to find work over there, so I guess I’m stuck with it.

Irony, getting a Green card to go to the US is far easier for Irish folk, than British ones, but all the same…

And no, I dont think at this point in my life, moving to a part of Europe that involves learning a whole new language is going to work with me, either! Well, unless someone can offer me a direct neural download to make me fluent in just about any language, and then you have a deal, regardless! Yes, I’d enjoy that FAR too much! πŸ˜€

Moving further afield? Well, yes, fine, I’d love to move to North America, but given my age, my talents, and everything else, its not going to happen, unless some crazy soul proposes marriage! No, I cant see that happening either! But yes, if someone wants to take a chance on me (job sponsorship, marriage, or whatever), feel free to offer.

Even further afield? Well, as far as I know, currently, all other planets, and the Moon, are pretty much out for habitation at present. If someone knows otherwise, I’ll go as human, robot, or cyborg, open to all suggestions there. Oh, and if an alien wants me to go even further afield, then feel free to come and get me, ideally in one of these!

CJ and Todd

OK, video. As I said, at present, life on other planets is out of the question, but it didnt stop Bowie mooting the subject. Live version, a bit different to the studio one

Who me, working in Nevada?

No, dont get over excited, it was a false alarm. But for a short while I dreamed the dream, of not only working in the US, but in the sports betting industry, in one of the big gambling cities of the world. No, despite the video selection, it wasnt Las Vegas. The other big gambling center in Nevada though, Tahoe.

Right, what happened. Earlier this week, I got one of my job availability emails, and it was from my former employers in Leeds. No, not my old job, but more on that shortly. Different department, different role, but nothing I couldnt do with ease. And yes, one of their Monday to Friday jobs, to top that. So fine, yes, I applied. Havent heard anything back yet, but as applications havent closed yet, thats not necessarily a major shock.

What I didnt realize at the time, was that if you applied for jobs there, they automatically place you on a list that emails out jobs that you are qualified/suited for, to you. So, the next day, when I get one offering me the chance to work as a Ticket Handler, in their Sports Betting Department, in Tahoe, Nevada, I couldnt quite believe my luck! I mean, all my details said I was currently in the UK, but anyway…my idea of work heaven!

So, after a few hours of thinking that they had the wrong person (or location, anyway), but knowing they’d sent it to me, I applied. Anyway, after filling in all the forms, I got told the news I was expecting, but didnt want to hear. Thank you very much, but your immediate unavailability to work in the US meant they werent interested. Fair enough, I thought that before I started, but anyway…

The next day, I realized their system didnt work on logic, when it offered me roles in Romania, and the Philippines! So I investigated more, found out what was wrong, and attempted to set it up to only offer me UK jobs.

Last element of fun? This morning, I got an email from their computerized system offering me a job. Yes, it was local, in Leeds, and it was definitely something I could do. How do I know that? Its my old job! No, I didnt apply though, as it would mean finishing sometimes at 11.00 at night, and I couldnt get home here, by public transport at that time of night. Nor could I get in for 7.00 am either! But yes, it was funny to get it.

Mind, if someone in Vegas, or Tahoe sees this, and is prepared to take me on in their Sports Books sections, as a diligent, hard worker, yes please. Fine, I’m a Brit, and its a bit of work, but…

Fine, the video. This song came to mind, and when I saw a version, other than Elvis, I felt brave, and gave it a go. Alright, the Presley version is probably better, but finding a live video of it… So you’ll have to suffer this!

What sort of wife would I like to be?

Earlier today, I was talking to one of my US friends on Facebook messenger, and we were discussing all the options to enable me to go and live in the US. The obvious one would be the work opportunity, but convincing an employer to job sponsor me, at my age, and with my list of skills, it might be easier said than done. It could happen, and if some employer reads this, and wants to offer me a job, then yes please!

The second one, which might be amusing at my, err, more advanced age, would be on a student visa. Not only is there the snag of being rather mature to be a student, especially given I never went beyond O Levels at school, due to a single parent scenario, where I had to get out to work ASAP, its not that practical an option either.

The third one, and I must say, one that fills me with amusement at the thought of it, is the marriage option! Fine, I’m laughing too, I’m 58, have been independently single for about 16 years, and not every man’s dream woman either! Well, I say man, but I’m equally open to a female partner nowadays, but anyway…

But yes, its not just the fact that I’m well used to doing what I want to do, when I want to do it, that might make being a good wife complex. As is well known around here, or should be at least, me and sex arent great partners! Thats actually over 17 years since I did “it” with another person, in fact! Oh, and I havent cooked regularly, or anything more than basically, in years! I know, dream woman, not!

Of course, my dream self as a wife, wouldnt have any of these issues, they’d be programmed into me. Yes, Stepford wife time! πŸ˜€ In truth, I’d probably love life as a 50’s housewife. I’m submissive, so having ‘my strong man’ telling me what to do, and think, would be heaven to me! I know, I’m funny, before any feminists bite my head off, but yes, I would love it, even if nearly everyone else wouldnt! Fine, I’d prefer the tweak of being the robot version, but if someone knows a way to make me a human Stepford wife, that might make a decent second prize! Still doesnt solve the issue of finding someone who wants me as a wife/partner, but anyway…its a start!

Apple Pie, any one? πŸ˜‰

Equally, if someone just wants to turn me into a robot wife, I wouldnt mind at all!

The video. Well, I guess that if I was turned into a Stepford Wife, this might be how I feel?