Growing up in Brooklyn, NY I was raised in a Trinidadian-American household. Like most West Indians I was constantly surrounded by family. My mother raised me along with Grandma and Auntie. While my dad lived not too far away. Unlike most West Indians I didn’t have to work. Aside from basic chores I never had a “job” until I was 18. No. I was not lazy. I was a good kid. I ran track throughout High School and was actually good enough to get a scholarship my Freshman year of college.
After I graduated and finally got a “real job” I again departed from my West Indian roots and only held one job. I could never grasp the idea of holding more than one. I mean when would I have time for fun? Besides if I had two jobs wouldn’t someone be missing out?
It’s no wonder I felt my life go into a tail spin last week as I procured not one, not two, but tree jobs. It could have been four, but I literally had to walk away from that one. I know I can be ambitious, but enough is enough. In addition to shooting the commercial I told you about, and rehearsing for a show that opens in two weeks. I recently became the newest member of the singing wait staff aboard a cruise line here in the city, as well as a staff member of a museum in midtown.
I am sure my ancestors in heaven are rolling over with laughter as I run around like a chicken with my head cut off.
Don’t worry I’ll be sure to drink plenty of water, take my vitamins and grab a Tylenol for my new hurried life. Maybe I’ll learn Patois and buy a bike along the way.
The life of a New York Actor.