When I was in sales, we had a term for the occasional gift of someone making a purchase from you without your doing any work for it: a “bluebird.” Well, I got a bluebird this week in booking a job that I didn’t audition for. I got the call from my agent on Monday that I would be shooting in Louisville sometime on Wednesday and more details would come on Tuesday. That’s the way it goes. Last minute. It drives my wife crazy.
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