We ask if we can meet Miss L at 9am. She goes silent for a
few minutes. We check if she’s ok. “I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean,” she
admits. “Is 9am a bar?” We tell her not to worry and that we’ll come to her
again. “Bring crisps,” she orders us. Again.
So we’re back in Miss L’s abode, so humble it does actually
smell of pie. “They were on offer,” she explains, “Two pies for a pound. I
bought ten.” Today, Miss L is resplendent in her dressing gown. She spots that
we’ve noticed. “Tammy Girl,” she announces, proudly.
We settle down on her sofa. A few out-dated copies of The
Stage litter her coffee table. So, how did Miss L get started in the world of
resting? “Well it began when I realised I hadn’t left the house for 3 days yet
I was still OK. That’s when I really knew. I’d managed to put together a meal
from broken bits of pasta, a tin of olives and an orange I found behind the
microwave. I thought, if I can do this then why don’t I try doing this
professionally?”
Did she experience any difficulty when she was first
starting out in the world of resting? “Oh definitely. There’s a lot of
competition out there, especially from university students. So I had to work
really hard at first to really make sure I was at the top of my game.” She
takes a gulp of cold tea from a cracked Doctor Who mug, “I lost a lot of
friends in the first year because I was dedicating so much time to it. Of
course they understood but it was a really tough. I made myself go for a week
just living off onions, chickpeas and value vodka and only read the stage
section of The Guardian. That’s the closest I came to giving up.”
But now at the top of her game, does Miss L still struggle
to remain professional at all times? “You have no idea,” she laughs, changing
her slippers from formal to novelty. “There are times when I get to say 1 or
2pm and I’ll get an urge to do some work. That can be really difficult. I
usually try and distract myself by watching Man vs Food or, if it’s really bad,
then I’ll go up to the shop and get a Kit Kat Chunky. Usually by 3pm, the need
to be productive has gone. I’m very lucky that I’ve learnt how to deal with it.
I know others who still have real problems with this and have applied for up to
three jobs in one single day. I feel for them. I really do.”
And what of Miss L’s hopes for the future? “If I can
maintain the level I’m at now then I’m happy. There are still a lot of issues I
have to deal with on a daily basis and unfortunately the need to leave the
house will always be there. I try to make sure the only times I go outside are
to go to a soul-destroying job or to go and watch other actors be far more
successful than I am. Those things really help me focus on my goals and
encourage me to strive for resting perfection.” She pauses for a moment and
smiles fondly, “The postman told me the other day how impressed he was that I’m
always in during the day. That was such a proud moment as I realised my resting
is having a positive impact on other people’s lives. That’s all I could really
ask for.”
Miss L’s top tips on how to be a perfect rester:
2. Be open-minded about what you consider a meal. If you won’t accept frozen peas and banana as a suitable breakfast then you need to seriously consider whether the world of resting is really for you.
3. Tea. You will never be able to rest without it. If you don’t like tea then diet Coke or coffee are the only other acceptable substitutes.
4. If you must earn money then make sure it’s at the worst place possible. You need to go somewhere that makes you want to tear your soul into tiny pieces so that you can truly appreciate the joy of resting. Call centres and promo work are particularly good for this.
5. Let others know what you’re doing. Not everyone understands how resting works so make sure you explain to everyone around you why you’re doing this. This will help stop them from trying to ruin things for you by attempting to find you acting work.
Guru, Is it possible to professionally rest when knowing I could never be brave enough to actually be an actor. Also, how do you deal with the handicap of very occasionally enjoying your work (once able to forget who I work for, where I work and the wretched users)? Yours respectfully, @OgreTale.
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