Recession is the emotional roll of a lifetime for actor
If you've seen that wacky TV commercial for Chili's, the one in which a hot dog man slingshots a wiener clear across a busy street and all the way up and through an office window to fill a lunch order, you've seen Jason Singer.
The hot dog vendor is a journeyman actor, which means, of course, that he has a day job: Singer works Hollywood awards ceremonies and puts together parties for studio and corporate events.
But in this quicksand economy, the acting jobs are as infrequent as summer rain, and the events are either canceled or never scheduled. So at 44, Singer's bank account is down to a few shekels, and he is not far from begging for work as, oh, I don't know. Maybe a real-life hot dog vendor.
So how does Singer cope?
"I had a long, bizarrely strong and debilitating cry the other day," he wrote on his website March 5, saying he'd gone through half a box of Kleenex in a single session with his therapist.
Writing has become a daily exercise for Singer, who once played Nathan Detroit in a touring production of "Guys and Dolls." Gathering thoughts is a time-killer and a way to work through his frustrations.
"But this was a once-in-a-blue-moon cry," he wrote. "The kind of cry that makes it hard to breathe, shoulders heaving, capillaries around the eyelids bursting left and right."
When I went to see Singer at Toast, the Mid-City coffee shop he frequented when times were better, he didn't look like a man in despair. He still had his sense of humor, anyway.
Teachers are losing their jobs in this economy, and to be perfectly frank, it's easier for me to feel their pain than the pain of a guy in a Chili's commercial. But the entertainment industry is a huge piece of the L.A. economy, and as Singer pointed out over breakfast, Hollywood's fall is being felt by electricians, carpenters, caterers and other bit players.
"My mom really worries about what's going on," he said. "I tell her, 'Mom, I'm uniquely qualified for this. I've been broke all my life. I'm an actor!' "
But yes, he admitted over an egg sandwich, this has been pretty bleak. The floor opens beneath you, you fall, and then you realize the descent has only just begun.
Bills pile up. Old reliable contacts have no work for you. Friends are no help; their own denial is giving way to a kind of fear that's all too familiar.
