Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Trust me, I learned a lesson

I was a mess this past week. My writing was horribly depressing, I stopped working out, and no matter what I did, I just couldn't get back on my normal poop schedule. I'd been too nervous thinking about my first tv/radio appearance. I kept imagining the absolute worst. But as bad as I imagined, nothing could prepare me for how awful this experience truly was...

Yesterday, I was on the [for the sake of professionalism,
I removed the name of the show] show and wow, what a God-awful experience that was. The host is a right-winged nut. Just a manipulative jerk who exploits people on the air and then immediately kisses their butt to save face. He was such a coward that he would turn everyone's mic off the second someone would disagree with him, then he'd put words in their mouth, and claim to win the one-sided conversation. He made Sheri Speede, a veterinarian and founder of the Sanaga-Yong Chimpanzee Rescue center, sad by describing, in excruciating detail, the horrific ways people beat chimpanzees and after she left, he falsely claimed that she was angry and said chimpanzees taste like chicken. He got mad at me because I told him that he was being too harsh on an elderly guest and cut my mic for the majority of the show. He would lie about doing noble things like paying homeless people to be extras on his show. I know this because, after the extras were properly embarrassed, they would whisper to me, "Yeah, we're really not homeless." Then he would pretend things were going on in the studio, like two guests were fighting, and he staged all the phone calls so he could look quick witted and always in the right. He treated his staff poorly and would often yell at his producer between each take. He's everything I despise in people all clumsily packed into a freak wearing hypno-glasses. But I'll spare you guys of how I really feel. And thankfully, I really did learn a lot of lessons from this experience: 

Saying "no" is the most empowering thing you can do.
When I first arrived at the studio, I was asked to put on a costume. For a second, I was convinced that I had to do it. Then I said, "Oh no, I'd rather not.." So the producer politely backed off. But what if I didn't say no? I could have put myself through the most humiliating experience in my life, and all because I didn't know I had a choice. So don't be afraid to say no, because it's always an option.

Stick to what you're comfortable with
In his book, The Secrets of Good Communication, Larry King writes that one of the secrets to successfully representing yourself (on radio or television) is to make sure you're comfortable with what you're doing. If not, then return the clown costume and leave before your parking meter gets too expensive.

Avoid negative thinking
You have to go in with the right attitude and I'm sure mine could have been better. Also, even though my interview was important to some of my friends and me, it could never make or break me. My two hours of nervously smiling in the background of a tv show won't change the course of civilization. Unless the world does, in fact, revolve around me. In that case we're all doomed!

Do your research
I didn't do enough research on the 
* show. I asked a couple people about the show and listened to a couple segments, but I really had no idea what to expect. That was my fault, and probably one of the reasons I've taken this experience so poorly. So know what you're getting into or else, one Tuesday morning, you'll find yourself on tv, watching videos of a guy with a bubble wrap fetish, next to a nurse covered in fake blood, all before you had your morning coffee. And that's always a bummer. 

Say "Yes" to every job? 
If I've learned anything from Ryan Seacrest (and oh I have!), it's that you take every job you're given. One of the first comedians I worked with, Alex "Kool-Aid" Ansel, told me that you should take every gig you're given and if you're wrong for the show, that's the booker's fault. Which is absolutely true, sometimes you can be wrong for the show, but now I realized that a show can also be wrong for you. If it is wrong for you, then I think it's time to awkwardly say, "Oh... no, thank you,", moonwalk out the door, and bail to go get a cup of coffee (Cause coffee.) 

Know what you're worth!
I was first told this by Larry Garza, of Comedia A Go-Go fame. He has a duo comedy act with one of his friends (I'm assuming their friends, but maybe they hate each other), Regan. When a producer tries to book them both as the headliner, but only only offers enough money to cover one of them, Larry will politely decline and offer to have only one of them do the show (or maybe offer the show to his Uncle, Jesus "Who Farted" Mendoza). He knows what his act is worth and whats worth his time. It's not greedy or selfish. He rightfully values his time. If you know what you're worth, then nobody can ever undervalue you or what you do for a living. I still don't know what I'm worth, but now I know that I'm worth more than -$42.00 in parking fees.

But I don't know anything. All of these lessons are ideas that I'm constantly evolving as I figure out what I'm doing with my life. If nothing else, I truly learned that nothing compares to being on stage for me. I don't mind going to open mics, because there is a lot of value in honing my craft. I'm motivated more than ever to get better at stand up. 

And that's how John Magallanez, got his poop schedule back.


Peace

PS: I truly am thankful for the opportunity and I wish I could have done more with it. Thank you again to Elijah King and UDC entertainment for allowing me to be a part of something like this. Even if it didn't go so well, I appreciate the chance to try something new. 














Tuesday, October 22, 2013

Trust me, it's a thing

I found out yesterday that I'm going to be a guest on the Mancow radio/TV show. Which is a thing! I'm nervous because, when I was asked to be on the show, I didnt know it was a thing. We don't have the Mancow show down south. In the south we just have cow shows and that's more or less a different thing. But everyone from Chicago keeps telling me the Mancow show is a big thing and now I'm nervous and way off my poop schedule... (I honestly thought that my first television appearance in Chicago would be on the 11 o'clock news after smiling in the wrong neighborhood.) But this is great news!  Check out details on the show here and I'll keep you updated! I'll be on next Tuesday.

Monday, October 21, 2013

Trust me, I'm trying

I'm really trying to get healthier.

 I'm tired of having old man problems at the age of twenty four. 

My Achilles hurts, my back aches, and kids just won't get off my lawn (even though I don't have one.)!

It sucks knowing that I'll probably grow up to be Grandpa Hunchback with a walker. 

By the way, how terrible do walkers look? I think we've made it pretty obvious that we don't give two hugs about old people. We're about five years away from having personal light sabers, yet, the best walker accessory we've got is a dirty tennis ball with a puncture wound.


Sunday, October 20, 2013

Trust me, I need a day job.



I went to the gym everyday last week. 

So now I really need to start working out, 

cause apparently it's "weird" if you just go to Planet Fitness to take showers. 

Planet fitness, by the way, claims to be a "judgement free zone," 

but if I show up with only a towel and a loofah, the staff gets all Judge Judy about me being there.

Especially since I don't have a "membership."


Since I started doing comedy, I've been trying to figure out a good day job. Like most college graduates, I have no money. In fact, I have negative money or, you know, student loans. On top of that,  I consider myself an artist. Which is worse than having student loans, because suddenly I have too much integrity to sell out for a better paying job. If I was asked to give kids advice on how to be successful, it would be this: Work hard, be patient with yourself, and most importantly, sell out! Forget your dreams, kids! They're dead! What's not dead is a 9-5 job in human resources...But of course I would never say that, because I'm a dreamer, and my definition of success doesn't include a 401k (Sorry, Dad).

Don't get me wrong though, I'm not poor.  I'm just financially challenged (for example: I have stuff in my wallet, but at the same time, it doesn't really matter if I forget it at home). And I really am grateful for the job I have as a customer service rep. I don't love my job, because it basically pays me minimum wage, but it does provide me with enough money to invest in things I do love (like my girlfriend, my health, and spaghetti). The main reason having a minimum wage job is a bummer is that if you work there long enough, you begin to feel like you're only worth minimum wage. You feel replaceable and valueless (and nobody should feel like that besides the guy who invented pop-up ads).

Ideally, I want a day job that is meaningful to me, provides a flexible schedule for me to do comedy, and gives me as much money as possible (for as little work as possible). So I decided that I'm going to work to be a certified personal trainer. Which will be difficult because I don't look like a personal trainer. Personal trainers all have that same look that I don't have. They look healthy.