It was a brilliant night, last night at The Success Stories Club There were cameras in the room, because a group from Altrincham were filming us, for a documentary. Sharon, who runs the club, did ask if anyone would prefer not to be filmed. I don’t know how many put their hands up, but I certainly didn’t. All my life I have wanted be on film.
I really enjoyed the experience of having a mic, and knowing the cameras were rolling. Norma Desmond has nothing on me.
Actually, a few years ago, when I was looking into, perhaps, being able to work again, I was volunteering at an organisation in Altrincham, called, The Family Contact Line. I was working as a receptionist/admin. They wanted a commercial made for their organisation, which would be shown on a local TV station (not one of the big stations unfortunately) anyway, I jumped at the chance to be in the advert. I played a client, who was going for their counselling service. I had to meet the counselor, and then pretend to be having therapy (not much acting needed for that, in my case, ha ha)
The ad was made, and shown in places like, hospitals and libraries. Several people recognized me and mentioned to me that they had seen me on TV. I was made-up. I also saw the ad, one day, when I was waiting in a hospital waiting room.
Sadly, I never did get a job from my volunteering efforts. It might have helped if I had been younger, but I was 51, and had not worked for many years. I also had disabilities which, I think, stopped the prospective employers. They didn’t admit that though, they just said I didn’t have the relevant experience. They would not have been allowed to refuse me because of disability, so they made something up that they could get away with. A receptionist job would have suited me, and I could have been earning money again, but it was not to be. I tried for two years and was rejected by employers, every time. Then, when the government started to clamp down on the benefits, they picked on the disabled, and I lost my benefit, so Alan and I exist on very little money. My husband Alan worked hard as a binman. It wrecked his body in the end and he developed Asthma from all of the dust he breathed in, yet he hardly gets anything for us to live on. We think it is grossly unfair.
This is one reason why I will take any opportunity I can get, to put myself out there as a performer. I am a trained singer and actress, not only that, I am bloody good at both those things. I don’t say that to be boastful. Someone who has taken the knock-backs I have, is not able to be boastful, but I hope that, maybe, just maybe, even at my age, there may be chances for me to be a professional, and earn some money. Therefore, bring-it-on. I’ll put myself out there, with any chance I can get in the hopes that opportunities might come my way.
However, having said that, there is another difficulty I face, if I want a professional career. I have no transport. Last night, to go to the club, Alan and I got a taxi. That was okay, but we couldn’t make a habit of it, for the reasons mentioned above. So if I did work professionally, I would have to earn enough to pay for the taxis to where I needed to go. It’s such a pain in the butt!
Last night, the winner of the evening was a lady called Sue. She writes the most lovely poetry and was a worthy winner. I took a picture of her on my phone, but I don’t know how to transfer images from my phone, to the computer. If I had taken the picture on my tablet I could have transferred it, but for some reason, my phone won’t allow me to use a USB, and I don’t know how to use Bluetooth. My phone is capable of accessing the internet, but it’s only on a PAYG card, because I can’t afford a contract, so I can’t share photos by the internet.
I will take any advice I can get. I am better with technology than I used to be. For the first time I have figured out how to add a link to this blog. All hail Marilyn! So I am capable of learning new things, even at my age.
The next story night is about a tricky situation. I think I know what I am going to do. I think it will be another song. More on that in another post.
I did promise to write the story of my grandparents on this blog. It is the story I shared last night, but I got side-tracked today because of the filming, so I’ll share it in a later blog. For now, I’ll sign off. Enjoy the post and I will post again soon. Love from Mari