The Interview/Job…
So. That went infinitely better than expected. I have a job, it seems. And I don’t have to start until June 1, which was my real worry that I wouldn’t have April/May to wind down, finish classes, and actually savour my graduation a bit before throwing myself head first into the working world.
But, I went to the interview this afternoon. Allegra, the office manager who I’m taking over for, was quite sweet and charming. We chatted a lot and I did my best to sell myself, despite making a few errors like admitting I have a few problems with the University I attend. Ah well, she still liked me enough to go into the back and consult with the lawyer whose office it is about everything, and came back out after 5 minutes saying they want to hire me.
Apparently, I’m the first of many applicants who came who was actually QUALIFIED for the job. So. I will be Office Manager/Receptionist/Law clerk to a law firm that does real estate law and copyright/trade mark stuff. It should be interesting. I think I’m going to accept, though that’s the safest thing I’ve ever done in my life.
Hell, this whole office job thing really is a step backwards for my adventure quotient. I am usually very much a go, explore broad new lands, move great distances, try to be starving artist for dramatic and lovely lifestyle.
But this means I will be going no where (Namely not San Fransisco, which I had slight hopes for almost). I’ll be staying in cushy, familiar down town Toronto, working a 9-5 job for decent pay and generally leading a stable life style. I guess I had to grow up some day, and god knows I’ll continue to do my theatre work (this will just LET me continue to do it, albiet in the evenings and the weekends). And they’re even going to give me off the days that I need for the Fringe Festival (since I warned them ahead of time).
So, I think I’m going to take it. If something insanely amazing pops up between now and June, I’ll cross that bridge of decision when I come to it. But now, I have a nice job with people that seem good, a law firm that seems respectable, and in the summer the whole firm gets friday afternoons off with pay (woohoo) as long as the work isn’t swamping.
So. No more stress, I think. I am not sure my body knows what to do with that. I’m not entirely sure it’s all set in right now either. I think I can make the sacrafice of late nights for a job that pays way over minimum wage and isn’t entirely being a paper pusher.
Though it’s somewhat being a paper pusher.
C’est la vie.
Pre-drinking…
If anyone wants to do cheap/free pre drinking at my apartment before Christian’s birthday party, come on down. I’m 1101 Bay Street, just south of Bay and Charles. Buzzer is under Skirpan, Ericka. We’re gonna start pre-drinking between 7:15-7:30. If not, see you at the Duke of G at 8 pm!
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The Popular Meme….
10 things I’ve done, that the people on my LJ-friends-list may not have:
1. Worked for WCW Wrestling as a Mike Awesome Girl
2. Was an Apprentice of New York Stage and Film, Trained under Steve Martin
3. Run my own theatre company
4. Drove across the country from LA to Pittsburgh in 4 days
5. Filmed a WebTV Series Pilot and 5 Episodes of a show called “Really Bad Space Travels” A horrid parody on Star Trek. I played Commander Jessica Pants!
6. Sang on stage with the Osmonds (Donny and his nephews, at least)
7. Was the Hershey’s Kiss, a Reese’s Peanutbutter cup and an Oh Henry bar
8. Tried Absinthe (Thanks Stillvisions !!)
9. Often recite Shakespeare when I’m drunk
10. Engaged to someone who seemed likely connected to the mob.
Well, it’s something….
Alright, well. I’ve got my first interview. It’s with the law firm I applied to be an office manager for. Hours are 8:30 am to 4:30 pm, with holidays and weekends off. It’s in Toronto. They want to interview me NEXT WEEK.
Now, this is a good thing. At least, getting an interview is. It means my non-theatre resume actually looks like I might have some skills on it and I’m not just making shit up out of my ass. But… when in the world are they going to want me to start?
If they want me to start in like…March… I’m not sure I can even take it. Perhaps I should have waited longer to send my resume in, there was no application date on the posting. I want to finish school before I actually delve into the work force. Hell, I wanted to travel, but that I’ll give up. I still need not to start until graduation June 10th. So, who knows if this will go anywhere.
It’s also a law firm. I’d vaguely feel like I was being quite the sell out. After doing all this wonderful theatre, and knowing I have talent, I’ll go work my cushy office job for a good amount of money and have a big apartment and probably little time to do theatre.
Ah well. I’ll go to the interview. We’ll see what happens from there.
Incase you didn’t get the email…
Posting this here so as many friends of mine and Christian’s can hear. Come, if you’re in Toronto and you know Christian! Promises to be a fun night:
Our wonderful, tall, intelligent, philosophical, tall, handsome and.. Did I mention tall friend, Christian Morey, is having a birthday!!
You may know Christian from such roles as Theseus in Midsummer Night’s Dream, or Corin in As You Like It. He also guest-starred for a long while as The Count in our Changeling game, and a conniving venture in the last vampire game! No matter how you know him, though, we all love him, and it’s time to celebrate his birthday!
So, when is this shin dig happening? And where, you might ask? I’ll tell you!
8 pm ish (feel free to come early or late, we’re all flexible!) on Friday the 25th, At the Duke of Gloucester. We’re just going to slowly but surely take over the area by the pool tables and darts, as the snug is booked, but it’s got cheap drinks and we like the place! So, recap
8pm, Friday the 25th, Duke of Gloucester, Christian Morey’s Birthday.
Oh, and he’s turning 22. Double didgets of the same number should be something exciting! And technically his birthday is the 26th, so at midnight we’ll all have a toast.
Sorry if you get this multiple times. It’s going out to a bunch of lists and people =).
Bit of horrid amusement…
Though today, over all, was more stressful than ANY day on vacation should ever be, I ended the night on a particularly horrid, absurdly bad show at my grandfather’s country club on the Island. A blonde “comedian” woman was entertaining a crowd of 65-90 year olds and felt the need to get the whole room to sing “I Will Survive” with her, as she insulted everyone’s shoes and giggled stupidly. She also had the audacity to have a pretty bad voice.
Her best joke: “Does anyone here have a son who’s an archeologist? Any archeologists for me to marry? ’cause, I really want to marry one. He’s a man who’ll get more interested in me as I age!”
That was honestly the best… best joke of the night.
I have a headache. Life is funny.
FInally updating… On vacation post show…
It’s reading week. So, I managed to flit off down to Florida in the HOPES that some sun and warm weather would cure the rather constant depression I’ve been feeling lately. The show helped for a few days, but now that the play is over things have come to a terrifying moment of having to face reality. I kept saying I’ll put off searching for a job/worrying about graduating until after Midsummer. Midsummer was the big deal, the focus and what needed all my attention,
Now, it’s over, and I’m at a constant sick to my stomach state about the sheer lacking stability of my life just a few months down the line. I went through one paniced round of job searches one night, and have sent out a bunch of resumes to companies in San Fransisco. Some of them are really fantastic jobs. I’d love to work as company manager for a few of these theatre companies I applied to, or teach drama at the private school I applied to. But that was over a week ago, and I’ve heard nothing back from anyone. I guess I haven’t gotten REJECTIONS, so that’s not a bad thing, but.. do they even send rejections? I know in the theatre world, they just leave you hanging until you assume you’re not good enough, Maybe that’s what’s happening here.
As for the one job opportunity I had in Toronto, I sent off a very nice cover letter and my resume. I got a short reply about only having theatre experience and how does that apply to the ‘real world’. I responded about my job being adminstrater of a theatre company, as well as having receptionist experience and my remarkable typing speed. THe job is in a law firm, being an office manager. It’d be selling my soul anyway, but… I’d be in Toronto, and able to eat. And have no soul.
Right now, I see one of two or three futures a head of me. I’m not sure which I want to happen, or if any of them are really possible. There is the chance of staying in Toronto. Probably, maybe, working as a waitres and being poor, or getting this Office manager job and doing the 9-5 thing and hating life save for maybe doing some theatre at night. Also being, still, remarkably lonely. For as many aquiantances as I’ve made in Toronto, I’m still not sure if anyone really considers me a -friend-. There are only 2 people in the whole city if I was extremely upset, or miserable, or needed a true friend I’d feel comfortable calling. And even as is, I don’t call those two people. Otherwise, I have a great, sweet group of good aquaintances I occasionally dance, drink, and do theatre with. THey’re wonderful people, but I just don’t fit in. I don’t think I ever really did. So.. I stay in Toronto, where I’m not sure what sort of job or future I have or if I’ll ever feel like I fit. Maybe no one every fits.
Or, I get one of these jobs in San Fransisco. I move off there, in a city where I know no one except for one, wonderful man. Sure, nothing might happen between us save me having a fantastic roommate and really good friend. I’d be happy with that. Something more much happen. No one knows the future, but the chance is there. I’d learn how to drive, and get some sort of bohemian place with James on our mixed salaries, and be working for a really good theatre company or theatre school (depending on what job I get, as I will NOT move to San Fransisco without a job waiting for me). It’d be starting over, again. After 5 years of establishing myself in Toronto, I’d drop that and have to start from scratch again. Maybe it’s what I need.
Chances are, I’ll get a job no where and be living in my father’s basement by the end of the summer. I think that’s the quiet acceptance and dread that sits heavy in my stomach. It’s the most likely out come, and the one I least want to happen. I thought I was better than this. But I guess so did everyone who moves back home after school and spends the rest of their life working at WalMart. No one ever grows up saying they WANT to work at walmart. THey just get their theatre degrees, have no real world experience, and fail at everything else. Well, at least I tried.
So, yeah. Despite being on vacation, on a gorgeous island, this is all I can really think about. I told my mother I think I’ve forgotten how to relax, as I planned on doing that and being happy down here and i’m more just going more and more stir crazy for not being in the city and able to work or being able to do something to stop this inevitable car crash that will be post-graduation.
Another odd thing I find myself thinking about and wanting, and all the more intensely as I see all the families on spring break down here, is to be starting my own family or at least gaining some sort of settled down stability soon. I might be young in age, but.. that’s really just a number. I’m almost graduated university, I’ve always been more mature than my age. And I feel the… need.. the want, to settle. To be with someone, by my side. To eventually have children we can take down here and be a family on vacation together. I never thought such normalcy would make me happy but… I think it might. Possibly just imprinting on my mother, all she ever wanted was a family, and now that hope is planted in me.
I love the poetry of Sharon Olds. LOVE it. Because she’s a woman who said she can have a husband, and family, and still do what she loves and be great. I do not think family or marriage is mutually outside of perusing theatre and directing. I think I could do both pretty damned well. Now I wish I just had a CHANCE to.
Alas, sorry for disturbing post. A small part of me hopes it’s too long for anyone to want to read. BUt that’s where I am right now. I’ll be off vacation and a bit more sane soon. Work helps keep the mind off the future and in the now.
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REDEMPTION!!!! Muahah…
So.. look what the Varsity Printed today:
http://www.thevarsity.ca/news/859121.html
Scroll down from the first letter to the second titled: “Heavenly Helena”. Seems SOMEONE likes Shakespeare in the 1980s. Muahah. And the Varsity actually printed the letter too. Makes me smile.
Also, the reviewer who came tonight emailed me personally to say she really enjoyed it and thanks for inviting her. Take that, purists.
Stolen from GrinningSkull…
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Mm.. Shard, you’re a busy, busy man =-)
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