Millionaire Hot Seat--Audition
Without Prejudice
What a day, so exhausting, so rewarding in one way.
The day began with me a bundle of nerves. So I rang David, my younger brother, fabulously wealthy and inspiring. He rang me back, Plan to Dominate, he said, plan to dominate. I told him I was tired and saddened by Mandy Hawkins death a few days previously, she only 39 and leaving 3 great kids, aged 22, 16, 9, the youngest only 9. He said I had to over ride my sorrow as this was my 3rd audition for Hot seat (2 I had not been able to attend) so I wanted to go, had to go, but my heart was sad and therefore my mind.
He also said, That potential (which I have ) leads to action, action leads to results, results lead to belief and attitude. Dave has been to most of the inspirational talks by Donald Trump. He said,
"Raise Your Standards"
"Nothing is faster than the speed of Trust"
"Comfort and Convenience is The Kiss of Death"
And lastly, a CEO of a Company doesn't walk in somewhere head down, saddened, he has to be enthusiastic no matter how he feels.
So with loins girded I went.
I am a person that manages to get lost where ever I go, my ex fiance Nev was the same. We would always drive each other to new places as a rehearsal. My plan was NOT to do that, I wanted to challenge myself. So I left my car at the station , train to Richmond, and then Hawthorn and walked towards Auburn Road and Swinburne College. A kind lady offered me a lift after I asked for directions and dropped me at Swinburne, where there is no reception desk, so I picked up a phone on some desk and asked the operator. She knew nothing about auditions for Hot Seat and I was mad at myself for only committing the address instructions at home. Preferring to find it by myself.
"Idiot". was my first thought, but I had committed the street address to memory 442 Auburn Road. Miles away, no bus, no tram, just a long walk, luckily smart enough to be wearing flats, I had been early on leaving home, but it was getting later and later and determined not to look at the time, I hoiked it up Auburn Road, no one I asked knew of 442 and panic rose in me. I knew I had to be there on time or doors were closed. Panic again. Trying to stay focused I remembered when I had turned up late at one of my VCE exams as a Mature Age Student, reading the half hour reading time wrongly. (I am like this, having a good adequate brain but the fluffiness of a Grace Burns when it comes to practical matters. My first English teacher she could write poetry but could not find the sauce bottle at home, I am the same. Fluffy at home and then sharp as a tack when I am in an academic pursuit.
I had remembered the VCE incident right on time, as my so called friend then who had asked me to join her on a Mature Age VCE was always swotting and doing the library thing and I was always too busy running a family and placating Bob by still working in the business. So when I had turned up late for the exam, Home Ec and Management, I saw her smile through the tiny window in the door. She and all the rest of the normal age students were sat and I knocked on the door after seeing that smile and was let in. I was full of cold, not feeling great. My Legal Studies teacher let me in and as he went past my desk later dropped a note on it. This was a big no no in an exam but he had done it. It said and I quote Verbatim.
89% on your Option on Criminal Law---OUTSTANDING!
The risk he took and the result powered me on through the exam, overriding my lateness and illness and gaining me a pass (I was one of 2, who passed out of 18), it was a tough exam. lots of biology and questions about chromosomes and zygotes. I was blown away by my legal teacher, Ian Luck, I had spent most of the lesson gazing at his denim clad thighs, he was a "hunk". and I am easily distracted by a good set of thighs. Mmmmm.
But back to the audition, I walked miles dreading with each step being late, but the address soon made sense when I saw Melbourne University hove into view, and there were signs to the Audition and I scamperd in after one other tardy man and they shut the doors. All the other people there, clip boards and papers in hand, seated, waiting and it had already begun, but not the questions, thank God! And I Planned to Dominate. So I did, getting through, about 20 of us did and the other 80 went home. So then there was a camera and an interview and I had to tell a funny story towards Camera, so I did, taking my glasses off, so I couldn't see the camera and not get nervous. I am as blind as a bat without my glasses.
I told the story of bob and I in Paris on our second honeymoon and him being arrested the first night and they laughed, they all thought I was funny. And I listened to a few other stories and they were all sad, illness conquered, unemployment stories, and I felt maybe I should have not been so jolly, maybe the producers wanting to help people out of their misery. SHIT. But they took my photo and details and away I went more worried about how I was going to get back to station and home. A blister had formed on one toe and incredibly the dull day had turned into a hot one. I found a bus and hopped on and there was station much closer, Doh ! And the train was packed to Richmond and a sardine tin all the way to home, only being able to sit at Dandenong. I arrived home exhausted and gathered a quilt and lay on the couch and fell straight asleep for a few hours.
The lady I had met Trish, who gave me the lift, remembered. She was older, single and lived in a "shoebox" in Hawthorn after splitting from her husband of 30 years. She was exactly like me, her ex husband finding another partner and moving away and she was close to her kids and grand kids and was as happy as a clam. I have seen this a lot. Women having raised Kids to fruition and then deciding the husband is an appendage they no longer want, even if it means a drop in finances. Trish had a few "others" that she had over for cards or a wine and then sending them home, but they were not her main focus, her life was, and I knew that was me also.
So I slept exhausted from nervous tension and grief for Mandy, over which I had shed a lot of tears. A beautiful life finished at 39, and I had known her as a happy little girl of 15 or so and it hurt, calling up other deaths. 3 in three weeks, all sad and hard. But Loretta my darling friend, had said,
"Do it for Mandy, for Rose, Ronnie's mum and baby Suzy", so I did and whatever result I get from Millionaire will belong to them and to My Dad, Ernie, and My Mum, Natalie and for Lauren, who would urge me on and Jamie, my wordy brother. And my darling Father In Law Tiny, who's anniversary it was, dying 3 years ago from a heart attack, to the day. I knew they would all be cheering me on. And telling me to stop whining about my blister and sadness. Life goes on and all we can do for the dead is remember them and honour them by our actions. As Dave said,
"Raise Your Standards"
and I did, for him, me and all the others love Janette
What a day, so exhausting, so rewarding in one way.
The day began with me a bundle of nerves. So I rang David, my younger brother, fabulously wealthy and inspiring. He rang me back, Plan to Dominate, he said, plan to dominate. I told him I was tired and saddened by Mandy Hawkins death a few days previously, she only 39 and leaving 3 great kids, aged 22, 16, 9, the youngest only 9. He said I had to over ride my sorrow as this was my 3rd audition for Hot seat (2 I had not been able to attend) so I wanted to go, had to go, but my heart was sad and therefore my mind.
He also said, That potential (which I have ) leads to action, action leads to results, results lead to belief and attitude. Dave has been to most of the inspirational talks by Donald Trump. He said,
"Raise Your Standards"
"Nothing is faster than the speed of Trust"
"Comfort and Convenience is The Kiss of Death"
And lastly, a CEO of a Company doesn't walk in somewhere head down, saddened, he has to be enthusiastic no matter how he feels.
So with loins girded I went.
I am a person that manages to get lost where ever I go, my ex fiance Nev was the same. We would always drive each other to new places as a rehearsal. My plan was NOT to do that, I wanted to challenge myself. So I left my car at the station , train to Richmond, and then Hawthorn and walked towards Auburn Road and Swinburne College. A kind lady offered me a lift after I asked for directions and dropped me at Swinburne, where there is no reception desk, so I picked up a phone on some desk and asked the operator. She knew nothing about auditions for Hot Seat and I was mad at myself for only committing the address instructions at home. Preferring to find it by myself.
"Idiot". was my first thought, but I had committed the street address to memory 442 Auburn Road. Miles away, no bus, no tram, just a long walk, luckily smart enough to be wearing flats, I had been early on leaving home, but it was getting later and later and determined not to look at the time, I hoiked it up Auburn Road, no one I asked knew of 442 and panic rose in me. I knew I had to be there on time or doors were closed. Panic again. Trying to stay focused I remembered when I had turned up late at one of my VCE exams as a Mature Age Student, reading the half hour reading time wrongly. (I am like this, having a good adequate brain but the fluffiness of a Grace Burns when it comes to practical matters. My first English teacher she could write poetry but could not find the sauce bottle at home, I am the same. Fluffy at home and then sharp as a tack when I am in an academic pursuit.
I had remembered the VCE incident right on time, as my so called friend then who had asked me to join her on a Mature Age VCE was always swotting and doing the library thing and I was always too busy running a family and placating Bob by still working in the business. So when I had turned up late for the exam, Home Ec and Management, I saw her smile through the tiny window in the door. She and all the rest of the normal age students were sat and I knocked on the door after seeing that smile and was let in. I was full of cold, not feeling great. My Legal Studies teacher let me in and as he went past my desk later dropped a note on it. This was a big no no in an exam but he had done it. It said and I quote Verbatim.
89% on your Option on Criminal Law---OUTSTANDING!
The risk he took and the result powered me on through the exam, overriding my lateness and illness and gaining me a pass (I was one of 2, who passed out of 18), it was a tough exam. lots of biology and questions about chromosomes and zygotes. I was blown away by my legal teacher, Ian Luck, I had spent most of the lesson gazing at his denim clad thighs, he was a "hunk". and I am easily distracted by a good set of thighs. Mmmmm.
But back to the audition, I walked miles dreading with each step being late, but the address soon made sense when I saw Melbourne University hove into view, and there were signs to the Audition and I scamperd in after one other tardy man and they shut the doors. All the other people there, clip boards and papers in hand, seated, waiting and it had already begun, but not the questions, thank God! And I Planned to Dominate. So I did, getting through, about 20 of us did and the other 80 went home. So then there was a camera and an interview and I had to tell a funny story towards Camera, so I did, taking my glasses off, so I couldn't see the camera and not get nervous. I am as blind as a bat without my glasses.
I told the story of bob and I in Paris on our second honeymoon and him being arrested the first night and they laughed, they all thought I was funny. And I listened to a few other stories and they were all sad, illness conquered, unemployment stories, and I felt maybe I should have not been so jolly, maybe the producers wanting to help people out of their misery. SHIT. But they took my photo and details and away I went more worried about how I was going to get back to station and home. A blister had formed on one toe and incredibly the dull day had turned into a hot one. I found a bus and hopped on and there was station much closer, Doh ! And the train was packed to Richmond and a sardine tin all the way to home, only being able to sit at Dandenong. I arrived home exhausted and gathered a quilt and lay on the couch and fell straight asleep for a few hours.
The lady I had met Trish, who gave me the lift, remembered. She was older, single and lived in a "shoebox" in Hawthorn after splitting from her husband of 30 years. She was exactly like me, her ex husband finding another partner and moving away and she was close to her kids and grand kids and was as happy as a clam. I have seen this a lot. Women having raised Kids to fruition and then deciding the husband is an appendage they no longer want, even if it means a drop in finances. Trish had a few "others" that she had over for cards or a wine and then sending them home, but they were not her main focus, her life was, and I knew that was me also.
So I slept exhausted from nervous tension and grief for Mandy, over which I had shed a lot of tears. A beautiful life finished at 39, and I had known her as a happy little girl of 15 or so and it hurt, calling up other deaths. 3 in three weeks, all sad and hard. But Loretta my darling friend, had said,
"Do it for Mandy, for Rose, Ronnie's mum and baby Suzy", so I did and whatever result I get from Millionaire will belong to them and to My Dad, Ernie, and My Mum, Natalie and for Lauren, who would urge me on and Jamie, my wordy brother. And my darling Father In Law Tiny, who's anniversary it was, dying 3 years ago from a heart attack, to the day. I knew they would all be cheering me on. And telling me to stop whining about my blister and sadness. Life goes on and all we can do for the dead is remember them and honour them by our actions. As Dave said,
"Raise Your Standards"
and I did, for him, me and all the others love Janette
