Eric's Beijing Diary

Oh, where does it end! And why does everyone want me to be a doctor? This time some advertising outfit wants me to do a voice over. It's a promo for some kind of hemorrhoid treatment. I said no. One must draw the line somewhere. I really don't have time for this. They showed me the segment they wanted me to read, but I'm not going to repeat it here. Nothing wrong with it, really, but it's not uplifting. And the whole thing was clearly a no-win situation. Somehow, no matter how well I did, I would still feel that my show business career had hit bottom. I could go on and on about how show business is not my thing, but the bottom line is, I'm really swamped right now, and I just can't afford to get any more behind in my work.

In other news, I got a haircut today. I haven't gotten around to doing that since I came to China, and I was getting a little shaggy. I guess I just wasn't sure how to go about finding a barber. I looked for one in church, but they don't do that here. I had mentioned something about it a month ago, but Lily told me that my hair looked just fine, and I shouldn't think about cutting it. This time I didn't ask permission. I finally called Leander and asked him to recommend a place. Ten yuan for a shampoo, haircut, and another shampoo. Not bad.