Well, I’m back home, after 3 months of experiencing one of the greatest cities in North America, a city whose name does not have to be mentioned in this blog but is awesome. I debuted in my first film (an indie short): which has been nominated for several awards, and won for best musical score, got a steady paying job; a job that has afforded me the opportunity to save a large portion of money for next year’s efforts, I’ve decided I will move to San Francisco, I’ve become closer with my family out there, grown more independent and into myself, brought home more health goals, met new friends, and had a hell of a lotta fun.
This is my post mortem, my summary, my casualty report for my vacation, which grew in to something so much more valuable and productive to me than I could have imagined when I first decided to spend it in California.
The time I spent out there was invaluable to me. I was able to live fairly independently in a new place, and I was able to find fairly steady work with steady pay (for a while, atleast) and knowing that things like that are within my reach is a nice feeling.
What a crazy ride; I initially chose to head to San Francisco this summer because of a lack of options in the summerstock theatre area. I had no idea the doors that had just opened for me when I made my decision to fly out. Upon arriving and browsing around, I came across an audition, a job opportunity and seized both figuring “Eh, What the hell?”
Indeed.
The Audition was for a film maker involving himself in the 48 Hour Film project (mentioned in length in a previous post) and I was surprised at how eager and excited I was, instead of nervous and anguishing about auditioning! The audition was fun, but I didn’t feel great about how my improv section (wtf an improv section in an audition, improv always makes me nervous) but, of course, I was incorrect to fear. From that experience I made a bunch of friends and realized that I could enjoy working in that field as much as the stage which, to me, is a huge thing to realize. I’ve discovered that I have drive and that I will make it somehow in this field, circumstances be damned.
I also submitted my technical resume to the SF Opera Center for a job advertised as a “Production Assistant Electrician.” Perfect for me, hanging lights, circuiting, doing what the master electrician tells me to do is EASY. And the pay was great. There was a small kink: The job description matched that of a master electrician, NOT a production assistant electrician. I landed an interview after submitting my resume, and of course I’m not going to say I can’t do something. I mean how hard can it be? I’ve done it at HPU before, surely I would be able to adjust.
Dear Lord was I wrong in so many ways
Now, believe me, I do not regret doing this job. But what a lesson in humility and reality I was taught! I was in over my head, and my lack of experience led to an incredibly stressful seven weeks of work. It was only until I was half-way through did I find a meager amount of comfort and swing to be able to do my job without being terrified that I was screwing something up. But it is all a good thing; It was a wakeup call, and from the ashes I rose out a stronger, more confident person. I don’t regret it at all.
I’m almost certain I will be living in San Francisco, I can’t with certainty say when exactly I will move out, part of me wants to head out there immediately after I graduate, but we shall see!
What an amazing summer.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
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