Perhaps it’s because it’s 19 degrees outside when I walk to work in the morning, but I’ve been quite homesick for California lately. People generally act confused when I tell them I’m from California, because they say most people go to California. I guess you have to leave a place to appreciate it, and I guess you have to be gone for a few years before you’re ready to go back.
I thought figuring out my post-SCAD life was tough, but actually, figuring out my post-first-job-after-SCAD life is even tougher. I’m looking forward to obtaining a grown up position that lasts more than nine months, but I’m unsure how to do that or what that would be. I’ve been thinking a lot about trading in my paint covered jeans for business suits, and my canvas backpack for a briefcase, but the truth is, I’ve never been an academic or an office worker in practice, and what if I really am just a humble craftswoman? Would I really want to, or be good at, spending my days at a desk instead of in a shop?
Lately, I’ve often found my fingers typing “MFA programs” into Google on their own accord, but the truth is I don’t think any higher-education experience could compare to the resources, faculty and setting that SCAD provided. I attended an open house for a large public university (10,000+ students, damp concrete buildings, professors who have never worked in the fields they teach) and while I was disappointed by how thoroughly unimpressed I was by the campus and the program, I was given a good piece of advice from a current student. He told me that you should only attend grad school if you have a question about the world that you cannot answer in any other setting.
I feel like I have wandered off my path. I once felt very sure about working in theater production, but I think that this year will be the final nail in my properties coffin. And no, I am not interested in building that coffin, or painting it, or figuring out how to store it back stage, or hauling it onto a truck during strike.
I think I’m ready for a more proactive role in shaping the stories that appear onstage. I think that if I am in any way an “artist”, it is with words, and not a paintbrush, or a sewing machine, or a table saw (which, to be honest, I’ve always been quite afraid of).
Now, the question is how I can apply that self-knowledge to a theatrical career. I guess that’s my pre-grad-school-question question. And the search for that answer will no doubt take me somewhere unexpected next year, geographically and otherwise. This is probably how I’ll end up in Kansas or South Dakota. But who knows, maybe Kansas is actually quite lovely when you have a creative career you enjoy.
My actual career goal (if the art director/head writer of SVU thing doesn’t work out) is just to do everything Megan Amram is doing. Her success seems somewhat attainable.
An easy way to come out as both a lesbian and a Jew to your coworkers is to answer their queries of, “What are you doing for the holidays?” with, “I’m going to my girlfriend’s for Hannukkah.”
I like spending money when it doesn’t belong to me, but, like, to the company I work for. Or to the man whose credit card I just stole.
As we creep closer to opening night, it was my job to take our cranky scenic designer and his puffy yellow coat on a shopping expedition this afternoon. While I waited for him outside of a deli (he skipped his lunch to do some set decorating (which is among the sparsest I’ve ever seen, but takes hours and hours to complete)) I looked up the directions to our next location on my iPhone. As I was looking over our route, an older lady exited the deli and glared at me, “Did you have a life before you Tweeted? Probably.” And then she was gone.
I found this odd because
It’s odd that she made the assumption that I was doing something useless with my smartphone instead of what I was doing, which was utilizing it to provide me with information necessary for my day to continue. It’s like, why would I just be standing in a shopping center and Tweeting all day? Clearly I was running errands and on the move. Some old people are just threatened by technology still, I suppose.
I often find Twitter to be incredibly dull, but once Coco direct messaged me and Britney Spears follows my account, so if anything, Twitter and my iPhone have provided me with a life I never even dreamed was possible. And that poor, bitter woman just could never understand that.