rock and perverbial hard place
Ugh. Had a really long, emotional conversation with afternoonboss (whom I adore) yesterday. She essentially told me several things:
* I have worked really freaking hard at this job
* I have learned a lot
* I have put up with a lot
* I should be proud of what I’ve accomplished here
Interspersed with those things, we discussed these things:
* This job and I were never suited for each other
* I am miserable here, due to the fact that morningboss has made my life incredibly difficult for the past few months
* No matter how hard I work, my brain will never be brilliant at accounting, since I am just not analytical by nature
* I do not do well when I am under constant scrutiny
* I do not do well when I am constantly subjected to vocal disapproval
* I do not work well when I am placed in the position of mediator between two very emotionally immature people who do not know how to communicate in a rational fashion
* I promised to stay at least a year, and I have made good on that promise
* I need to work somewhere that makes me happy
Again, let me reiterate how much I love afternoonboss. She has been such a mentor to me, and I have learned a lot from her. She has also been very kind to me re: all the crappy dealings with morningboss. On the upside, BIGboss is also totally in my court, since she has been seriously burned by morningboss’s manic mood swings as well. However, I am now once again in the shitty and terrifying position of looking for work again. It sucks, and I hate it. So, now you are all going to take my poll.
I need a job that allows me autonomy and flexibility. I need a job that will let me be creative. I want to work with visual art or dance or music or theatre or nonprofits or children. I want either a meaningful job that will lead toward my eventual goal of teaching college acting, OR a fun and reasonably well-paying job that will tide me over and pay my bills until I eventually get into grad school.
On a totally separate note - Thanks, Z. Once again, you took care of me when I was feeling like my life was crap. We saw Strange Attractors (it’s great, and Shelley Reynolds is brilliant, as usual - as were the lighting designer and the costume-princess, my housemates!) and went to Dad Watson’s. We had fish and chips and I had a few stubbies and we flirted with the waitress and by the time I fell head-first into bed, I felt much better about everything. (Z - you’re a rockstar. Sshhhhhh shh sshhh sshhhh shh…)
you’ll find something fabulouso. can you graphical designy stuff? can you do computery stuff?
I don’t know what to tell you, Hot Stuff, since I’m perma-temping. I’ve had good luck with staying employed through a temp agency, but your experience sounded suckier. And you know, even though food service pay is crap, every time I leave my office tower to get a cup of coffee I look at the barista and think ‘*sigh* I’d rather be doing your job…’
I can type really fast. I can remember names and faces for decades, even when the people don’t actually know me. I deal really well with children of almost any age. I also love angsty twenty-somethings. I can plan stuff. I’m really good with people and customerservicey junk too. Maybe I just need a sugardaddy.
(And I did actually apply to a tutoring program, and to a Montessori school, and to the Weekly. We’ll see if anyone calls me back.)
and Mad Science! I also applied to Mad Science! (I did that just now.)
When I signed in at the Ballard school today I noticed that JD Lloyd had signed in for Mad Science today…so you’d be in good company.
Also: do you think he gets to still wear red and black for that gig?
Um. Isn’t it Jerry Lloyd who wears all red and black, and isn’t JD somebody else? I always get confused by the two of them, but I think JD was the one who played the dorky underpants-stealer in Lindsay’s piece. Right?
Too many damn Lloyds. They’re everywhere.
Yes, I was just posting that info, but the comment browser timed-out and dumped the message.
J.D. & Jerry Lloyd are indeed two different people, and yes, J.D. was the dorky panties (Huh-huh, I said “panties”!) stealer. And yes, Jerry still does the red-and-black attire thing (don’t know about his underpants, though. Actually I do, ‘cause I’ve shared a dressing room with him, but that’s probably more than you want to know).
freesia, I wish I could put you in touch with something along the lines of what you describe, but I’m afraid if I knew about something like that, we’d be competing for an interview. Still, I’ll keep my ear to the ground, ‘cause you deserve to have a good, fun, financially rewarding job — as do we all.
Lish, talk to me. My sister has been breaking into kindergarten/pre-school education/teaching, so she may have some useful information for you.
Good luck! (BTW, are you done with this job, on your way out, or still working until you secure another job?)
I’ve still got it - I just need to start looking, which means I need to make some serious decisions about my life. That sucks.
Good luck, Ms. Freesia.
You’ll be able to do anything you want, because you’re so luvable. :)
Awwww. ;) (Thanks, JIm. You’re awesome. I feel like I haven’t seen you in years!)
Got an interview with Mad science today. Woo! If only I could make that pay the bills, life would be great.
“I can type really fast. I can remember names and faces for decades, even when the people don’t actually know me. I deal really well with children of almost any age. I also love angsty twenty-somethings. I can plan stuff. I’m really good with people and customerservicey junk too.”
Sounds like an assistant producer at a game company to me…
does that require any actual game and/or programming knowledge? ‘Cause that part I don’t have.
Game knowledge, not really although it doesn’t hurt. Programming knowledge no.
Unfortunately, the best way to crack into that job is to start as a tester, which is pretty much the worst job in gaming. To some, it sounds great - play games all day. But most people don’t realize you’re playing the same game all day. Every day. For months. Over and over.
hooboy. My friend Kathy just got a job like that! (The testing, that is.)
dude, I was serious when I said you should tutor little arty kids in math. You’ve got the brain for the numbers and the mouth to connect with the art brains. Put some flyers up, mofo.