Where to begin?

My name is Sama and I'm an actress.

I think.

Well, on paper I believe I qualify as one. I went to university to do a degree in Drama, and then on to drama school. At my showcase I performed a monologue that involved me whipping out a samurai sword from my handbag (seriously), and somehow managed to bag myself an agent who wanted to represent me. Three years and countless (although not as many as I'd like) auditions later, I've had several small roles on telly, met some nice and not so nice people a great deal more successful than me, and even signed autographs at a collectors fair! (Yes really, but more on that later.) So far, so glam.

And yet for approximately 359 days a year I am not acting.

I'm not auditioning, I'm not rubbing shoulders with famous people and I am definitely not signing autographs. No, for approximately 359 days a year (excluding Christmas and my birthday) I am sat in a call-centre, taking calls for a well known weight-loss company and waiting for the phone to ring with news of an audition/job/miracle.

All the while I'm coming home to my very lovely but inherently lazy boyfriend, who, despite us being together for 5 years, has only just realised we actually make quite a good team and that it might be quite fun to live together. We are in the process of buying our first house. God knows how- this time last year he pretty much had a nervous breakdown at the prospect of moving out of his mum's and in with his best mate approximately half a mile down the road.

Yes, this is the (not so) glamorous life of a bit-part actress/weight-loss advisor/long-suffering girlfriend.

Enjoy...