It's a tough circumstance, and I suppose working a job of juggling flaming bags of dog poop in front of a Libby Lu wouldn't be so bad if it paid me. I left a job I really didn't like and was just all around bad, to later take a job and paycut and leave the chance of working full time because I didn't want to commute. Then I took a job I thought I'd love then wound up hating it and was later kicked to the crub, having to scrape by though the kindness of others, and now I go running to the first job that bats an eyelash of interest in me.
But then again, this really is a place where I am better suited for...well, everything. I'm more instinctive with performance art than I am with visual art, despite the fact that I've been spending the past few years honing my photographic skills. Even though I'm not really a dancer, it's site-specific performance, which thrills me to no end. And it does help a considerable amount that I know and am a fan of the work that comes from this company and truly, the work is magnificent, simply because the choreography and concepts are so innovative, and she knows how to find the right bodies to help translate her vision.
That's perhaps another reason why I'm thrilled to be working with them; one of my nearest and dearest loves is part of the company, and as fate would have it, she is coming Home and be here in time to perform in the next show. My energy level and words cannot adequately describe how amazing it will be to "work" with her on this level; she's such an amazing dancer, and the fact that I'm a friend of this amazing person, dancer, friend makes me want to do well in this job so that she can have more opportunities to grow and perform with this company.
I also loooove the fact that I'll be able to actually do something than just pushing buttons and doing monkey work. I'm going to be WRITING, composing, thinking creatively and be rewarded for it. I will be honest and say that it is rather intimidating to do such a thing, for I really haven't written in this way in such a long time, and I'm still trying to adapt the vernacular, but maybe a lot of it is my personal reservation and self-doubt...but I can't help but feel the pressure on me (which was put on there by myself) when I was asked to write a press release to go out ASAP on my first day on the job.
But it still scares me.
And I do love it.
I'm going in on Day 5 and I've already done so much; it's such a strange office dynamic; once my predecessor is no longer there, our teeny office that's probably 6' x 12' in a beautiful home in the hills of Beverly is going to be quiet. What am I saying? I spent my entire day in the office with someone, and it was silent for most of the day, even when there were three! I just can't wait until I get the "better computer" so I can fully work on things without a horrible lag.
Now if I can only win the Lottery so I can buy me a home nearby so I can walk to work, instead of driving 20 miles in traffic and get my car emaciated trying to share the road with SUV's careening down the hill or have my transmission get scraped out from under me, I'll be cool.
...and in other news, if I was put on this earth as an artificial intelligence system made to test people, I'd at least want to have a voice and an ear for a tune like this one:
(indeed, the cake is a lie)
Funny thing is, this game actually piqued my interest when they were first developing it...maybe the Half Life makers have redeemed themselves for bringing Counterstrike into the world (after all, I'm sure Portal would have never existed if not for the money and accolades CS brought them)
To demonstrate how drawn I really am to this song, I discovered its origins, including the lyrics and tabs for it (wonder if he wrote that for a ukulele. If so, my sister will be learning that).
And on a last note, I really love how the Firefox spell checker does not have okay as part of their dictionary but knows Counterstrike. They don't have muggle, though, but I'd rather have that in the dictionary that Counterfuckingstrike!
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