Rose: The "Yes" Man For The Man

Stanley, I've been beaten. 

The proverbial "square peg, round hole" issue that I've been trying to manage for about three years has burst. And when I say "burst", I mean more than Sofia Vergara's dress.

I know Hollywood's full of stories of folk looking for the next pay rise, the next role or exposure to the upper management of production they so desperately crave, but what happens when little old Rose minds her own business yet gets dragged into such nonsense?

There I was, in the midst of my review, when guess what? What I had written in the feedback section was a little bit too honest, a little bit too harsh, a little bit too negative and little bit not toeing the company line... and it would be highly recommended that I change my feedback to a media friendly sound bite.

You know the disappointing thing Stan? I did it. I became the puppet they wanted: don't rock the boat. Too much drama has already been created, I've throw my toys out of the cot and now I've gotten the outcome they think I wanted. When I'm flummoxed it got to this point.

I'm more lost that Mickey Rourke before he wrestled his way back into our collective thoughts and scooped the Oscars. And why? Because I'm too scared to follow my gut and get the hell out of dodge. 

Everyone knows Bollywood is the new Hollywood... so India here I come*!

*Please provide epiphany.