Everyday Hustlin, a Look at Miami Artists' Day Jobs: Ceci Fernandez

"Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash!" Maybe Rick Ross wasn't singing about the everyday grind of paying bills. But there once was a young Rick Ross, who struggled to find a way to balance his creative ambitions and cash flow. In "Everyday Hustlin'," we talk with Miami artists about their day jobs.

Ceci Fernandez is an actress. She was born and raised in the county of Dade, lived the better part of her life in Hialeah, and attended New World School of the Art College for Theatre. She's been working professionally ever since. For the next two weeks she will be living in L.A., but will be making the jump to the east coast where she will be attending the Yale School of Drama. She hopes that after three years of study a marquee will one day read, Ceci Fernandez is Gloria Estefan.


New Times: What job do you have to pay the bills?
Ceci Fernandez: Where

should I begin...I worked at a high-end jewelry store, a nanny, filed

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at my mom's office, a hostess, showed luxury apartment in Manhattan,

assistant managed a yoga studio and was a secretary for a ticket broker.

At the moment, I'm doing a lot of homework since I am heading back to

school in the fall.

Do your day jobs help or hurt your art?
As

long as you don't forget what the objective is, I think it can really

help. I think any amount of learning can make your work richer. A

terrible day can be a spectacular motivator.

What is the best thing about having a day job? What's the worst?
Best: Free internet access and (if you are lucky) meeting great people.
Worst: Everything else.

How bad or good are you at your day job?
Very.

Bad. Whenever I'm bored I act out. So there were a lot of acts of

passive aggression -- like hiding the creamer or unplugging the

receivers from the phones.

Have you ever blurred the lines of your day job and dream job?
I taught acting to kids -- which seems like an overlap, but was more like punishment.

Have you planned your exit ("F-you, F-you, you're cool, I'm out" sort of thing)?
I

did have the great fortune to quit once while sitting in a swivel

chair. After giving my two weeks notice I spun around and around,

weightless, smiling.

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