Suggested song while reading: Maybe this Time by Liza Minnelli
I know. I'm the worst blogger ever. Over 2 months since my last post does qualify me as the worst. I've had things to write about. Plenty. I'm very opinionated about NYC. But I haven't had the desire or drive to just sit down and write it out. Which is sad, because as some of you know, I am still jobless. Not even a prospect on the horizon. Let me begin this self-deprecating post by telling you a little about whats been going on with one Adam Hale.
Adam Hale. I'm pretty sure I stated (what is widely known) in my first post, that he is good at everything. Not just good. Great. You know those people who are great at everything, so much so that everyone else hates them? (Or is that just me?)That's not Adam. He's the guy who's great at everything but is also so freaking nice, that everyone LOVES him. Ugh! Which is why my antagonistic self didn't like him at first meeting. But that's another story. Back to the point. The reason NYC was the destination of our move, was because it's the place for theater, and that's where Adam's heart is right now. In the theater. So here we are.
Before even moving here, Adam already had a job. 2 actually. And he started working them, before we moved. Then, once we actually moved in to our little place in Jersey, he got another job, the one in which he had first wanted during his search. What? In a nation that is constantly complaining about unemployment, how did this man get 3 decent jobs, in the span of 3 weeks? Surely this can't be too hard.
Cut to a month and a half of living here, and I've been on a totally of 2 job interviews. Both of which were crap. I knew before moving here that I wouldn't be able to continue in my line of preschool directing, and in some places, even preschool teaching. But my lack of experience doing anything else has made me less than desirable for any other kind of work. Is there anything else that can make a person question their self worth more, than not having a job? I miss work. I want to work. I'm awesome at whatever I do! Unfortunately, the people of NYC can't see that.
There are days where I have a surprising amount of positivity and believe that the right job is just a resume away. And the very next day the real Cat, the pessimistic one, comes back out and makes me want to run back to California. It's a bumpy rollercoaster and it's exhausting. But thank God for Adam and how hard working he is. Not just at his job, but in doing what he came here to do.
Adam's been busy with work and auditions. And the talented boy's hard work has been paying off. Cast in two shows, becoming a member of a theater company and other current prospects I don't want to jinx, I'd say he's doing very well. If anything, this dreary place is worth living if he's going to continue down this path of accomplishments.
Did I mention he got a call about another job last night? What the hell is it about this guy?
My list of accomplishments is small, and has nothing to do with work. It's more like:
1. Take the train into the city
2. Take the train into the city by myself
3. Take the train into the city at night
Hey, those are big things for me. I've gotten over some serious fears here. This place terrifies me. And though it may have taken me a month to do those things, I did it. I'm well aware that this year, for me, will not be about what kind of work I do in the job world, but more so the work I do for me. Wah wah wah. Cheesy yes, I threw up a little just writing that. But, I think it's true. It's probably time, at this late age I won't mention, that I force myself to grow in other ways, besides career wise. Which is probably the hardest way to better myself. Ok, end of super lame blogging. I'll redeem myself by leaving you with something ridiculous.
