So, my time in Boston is ending a bit sooner than I had previously expected. Thanks to my dear friend Kimberly, I have a job in upstate New York costume designing for Stagedoor Manor, a summer camp. I'm not yet sure what shows I'll be designing, but hopefully, they will let me know soon, because I start work on Wednesday. So, I'm moving. And when my contract is up, I'll come back to Boston to retrieve the rest of my belongings and my fiancee, and I'll move to Chicago. Just like that. And then I'll run off to California. To get married. Which I'll be planning while I'm designing. And people think that I'm crazy.
So, I'm very excited about the job, but a bit melancholy as well. The job sounds really great, and I'm getting paid more than I ever have before for a design gig, but at the same time I am losing time for wedding planning and moving early and leaving my new-found Boston friends behind a full two months before I meant to. It's all a little much for me.
Additionally, I've managed to piss off my mother quite a lot because I won't be as present as I had hoped, so she feels like I'm abandonning her to plan my wedding on her own. It's quite a quandry. It doesn't matter, though, because I've agreed to go. And I think that it'll be an excellent experience. But one thing my father said to me about it really sticks out in my mind: "I just always have such mixed feelings when you get one of these theatre gigs; I mean I'm glad for you, but it's just such an unstable field. Don't you want a career?" It's as if they would be happier about me working at the Gap for the rest of my life, waiting for 1) a review that never seems to happen; 2) a raise which can't happen until I get a review; and 3) a promotion that keeps getting promised to me and never actually materializes. As one friend mentioned it's just a "joe job." I don't have even a wee bit of creative control at a job like that -- and I really feel stifled when I'm not working in a creative environment. It would be really nice if my parents were actually happy for me -- just once -- about an artistic job. But, alas, I'm destined to disappoint. I really hate that I still look to my parents for their approval of the way in which I live my life.
So, to conclude: I'm moving to New York State, then back to Boston, then to Chicago, then running out to California, getting married, and starting a new married life. Or something. Argh. This is a great opportunity. It's a design job that literally fell into my lap. And I am excited. I just need to remember, most importantly, to BREATHE. Inhale. Exhale. Repeat as needed. Sigh.
That, my thrifty readers, is all.
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A Childish Charlatan's Charades About Chicago. (Formerly: A myopic misanthrope's misadventures in Massachusetts.)
1 comment:
You're going to be so great. As soon as you get here, you will breathe a sigh of relief and say to yourself: "ahhhh, my people."
And joe-jobs are a dime a dozen. DO you really want to work at Gap the rest of your life? Other people are happy for you. Your parents will catch on eventually.
Heart Rising and Baker's Wife are the shows you are designing. One is a musical, one is a drama, I have read neither. You'll get scripts when you get here, of course.
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