Well, I finally got a job. Sort of. I’ve been offered the position of Resident Artist/Technician with a local theater company which is great news. After living in New York City and Ann Arbor, it’s kind of odd that I had to come back to one of the most depressed markets in the country to get something of a dream job. But since we’re on a new negative streak here at Coping with Sanity, there’s bad news too.
It pays less than any other job I’ve had since McDonalds three years ago, and it’s only part-time. Now it’s more than enough money to pay my bills and dwindle my debt but there won’t be much for saving which is one of the main reasons I moved back home. The position is only interim for now. After June 30 they will convert it to a full-time salaried staff position and I’d have a huge leg up in that job search. So I guess that’s good. It’s just a bit of a let down for me as I’d been placing all of my hopes for getting out of my current funk on this one job. That probably wasn’t real bright.
But still, I’m working in theater, I get to wear jeans to work and maybe even use power tools, and with only working 30 hours a week I’ll have plenty of time to write. Though with these past few weeks being completely unemployed, I haven’t gotten much work done. This weekend I did two 500 word chunks on the new book which hasn’t been worked on in more than two weeks. I also fiddled around with the short story I’m working on.
I hope something good happens soon to break this funk because I’m not sure I’m cut out for life as a pessimist.