June 29th, 2005


Spagetti Tuesday

The Good - I only worked 1/2 a day today. It was like a tonic. I went to the show refreshed and bubbly and I didn't lose my pea once today.

The Bad - Tim's mic crapped out right at the start of my favorite number.

The Ugly - I was tailgating Mark when he stopped short and my left big toe nail is a cracked, bloody mess. No film at 11.

(no subject)

1. How often do you call Wednesday "Hump Day"?

2. What is your least favorite household chore?

3. If you were to buy me a drink, what would you pick?


Someone in an Over-30 group just posted a long question about jobs. Basically it was "what did you want to be when you grew up?" but in the course of answering that for himself it looks as though he began to realize that the real questions are "So, how many times have you changed? Is your career path all twisty and turny or are you one of those straight and narrow types? Love your career? Can't imagine yourself anywhere else? Hate it? Never had one because careers are for suckers? What's, as the children say, the what?"

My answer:


Well, as a kid I had every plan to become a Lawyer. I discovered theatre in Jr. High and that ended the practical ideas right there. I went through college imagining that I would occasionally be an aide in a Special Ed. classroom or similar program to help pay the rent but mostly I would wander the earth traveling from acting job to acting job.

After graduation?

I started working in retail (after an extremely brief stint with a citizens action group and one summer spent working as a seasonal travel agent).

A few years later I got back into theatre, that started nudging into time I was spending bored out of my mind behind a cash register so I quit my day job.

That started the period I affectionately refer to as my "whirligig". That is a word I picked up from an astrology column of all places. ("Don't feel bad for the barista with an MA. Don't worry when you see that young lawyer selling shoes, they are probably both whirligigging. That is the act of going through life, gathering up everything, seeing what fits and discarding everything that doesn't.) During that time I was a temp, a writer for the local arts paper, a calendar editor for the paper, sold ads for a theatre company, worked for the local IATSE and rediscovered stage managing. I fear for the day I will have to explain that period on a resume.

Eventually my whirligig made one thing very clear. I don't like working outside of theatre.

I've been very fortunate in that I've been able to stage manage for almost every company in town and I have finally found one that is willing to pay me full-time to pursue my calling.

So..I guess I had 2 careers and a little 30's crisis between them? You make the call.
Ghost Light

Over 30's memory

I just finished an amazing book where (not to give too many spoilers) a woman was confronted
by someone in her past and shown how things were "supposed" to have happened - the lives that were supposed to have been lived based on the choice she didn't make but fate had intended.

This got me thinking about some of those "what ifs" that begin to pop up as we get older. Those moments that we look back on and realize that's really where a divergence between where we are and where we could be occurred. I'm realizing one of mine was just as I was graduating from college. The year before I stage managed my first show for a guest director (the first time that opportunity was ever given to anyone in the department and I still wonder what the head saw in me to have tapped me for the job). The director ran a theatre company in San Francisco and we exchanged phone numbers after the show so I could let him know if I was ever in the Bay Area. I called once to ask for a recommendation and he almost crawled through the phone because he thought I was in town and we would get to visit.

As I was getting ready to graduate, I sort of lined up some of the things I could do, which included calling him and seeing if there was a place for me at his theatre. I didn't. I was more interested in acting at the time and I wasn't sure about moving to a city I'd never seen in my life. Now that I have finally discovered what I want to be - a stage manager - I look at that moment and ponder what life could have been. Could I have been living and working in theatre in San Francisco in the early 90's instead of working for a retail chain in Seattle? Would I be there now and settled in a stage manager position instead of bouncing from theatre to theatre in search of a paying position in Alaska?

What are your moments that haunt or titillate you?