Rockin' the Rails...
I feel like I live on the train.
In order to save money, I'm catching a train that's closer to home and the lot has free parking. The trade-off: 1 1/2 hours on the train before getting to NYC, and 5 minutes on the subway before a 5 block walk that gets me to where I'm going.
This year *has* to be the year that I move to NYC. It just has to.
The whole stage manager gig is working out really well, though. I'm learning a lot of stuff, and everyone's been really cool with the fact that I'm learning as I go.
Last week, I had planned on going to this job fair at school. All boring, corporate, sensible jobs. Or management trainee positions at rental car companies or big box retail stores. I had convinced myself to go, I was about to sit in front of my computer and update my resume. Then I broke down crying and proceeded to sit in my bathroom and cry for the next half hour.
I knew that if I went for some sensible, boring, corporate job, I'd have to give up all my theater stuff. If the thought of doing that made me cry, I have to take that as a big giant hint that I should stick with theater stuff.
So I'll be looking at some summer internship possibilities as well as other jobs. Andre's trying to hook me up with an assistant manager job at Brooks Brothers...it pays really well. But I dunno. Dealing with snotty rich people every day isn't quite my forte. I learned that at the Evil Place.
I guess that's all for now. I gotta go eat and do some other things before catching my train. Laters!
In order to save money, I'm catching a train that's closer to home and the lot has free parking. The trade-off: 1 1/2 hours on the train before getting to NYC, and 5 minutes on the subway before a 5 block walk that gets me to where I'm going.
This year *has* to be the year that I move to NYC. It just has to.
The whole stage manager gig is working out really well, though. I'm learning a lot of stuff, and everyone's been really cool with the fact that I'm learning as I go.
Last week, I had planned on going to this job fair at school. All boring, corporate, sensible jobs. Or management trainee positions at rental car companies or big box retail stores. I had convinced myself to go, I was about to sit in front of my computer and update my resume. Then I broke down crying and proceeded to sit in my bathroom and cry for the next half hour.
I knew that if I went for some sensible, boring, corporate job, I'd have to give up all my theater stuff. If the thought of doing that made me cry, I have to take that as a big giant hint that I should stick with theater stuff.
So I'll be looking at some summer internship possibilities as well as other jobs. Andre's trying to hook me up with an assistant manager job at Brooks Brothers...it pays really well. But I dunno. Dealing with snotty rich people every day isn't quite my forte. I learned that at the Evil Place.
I guess that's all for now. I gotta go eat and do some other things before catching my train. Laters!
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