How lucky is this kid? (Not)

Dramas in the house tonight. My son, who is a very keen acting student, found out late last night that someone rang him for an acting job tomorrow -- a TV commercial. Only problem was that his dippy sister took the message, wrote it down on a piece of paper that someone later turned over to write other messages on the back, and she promptly forgot about the message and didn't tell anyone -- till 11 pm the next night. Too late to ring, so he rang today and was told that it was tomorrow and to come in etc by the receptionist, but later when he spoke to the director (or producer?), she said she'd already filled his place. She only rang two days ago. So there were tears, acrimonious accusations, and though his sister does "hate" her brother (or so she says), she was genuinely upset and remorseful.

He's more upset because this is the third time it's happened. Not exactly like this. First, he was offered a lead role in a telemovie that involved just him and a foreign actor. There was wild excitement for a week, but that actor's community found the script offensive (I read it and from a white Caucasian POV it wasn't offensive, but we have to respect other people's opinions), and so they weren't able to cast the other role, and the project was cancelled.

Then we had an answering machine that decided off its own bat to start deleting unread messages. It took us a little while to figure out this was happening, at which point we threw it out. I mean it's worse that people think they have left a message than know they have not. It would do this funny beeping thing and, bang, the messages would be gone. Most frustrating. We found out later that he'd received another casting call, but we never got to hear it. Too late again.

So now three times unlucky, and he's convinced that's it. Sometimes the world isn't a fair place -- and Mum's lectures/philosophical rantings don't make it any more palatable. Oh, well.