up up and away in my b'ful, my b'ful balloon
So I'm out of Oxford. It fel weird that last night lying on a blow up mattress in the middle of my living room floor, all the rooms barren of most traces of Garry. Well my bedroom had the hole in the wall where I lost my balance putting on my underwear one morning and the guest bedroom had the huge stain of slightly discolored fabric where I kept spraying some sort of (obviously bleach induced) cleaning product at some sort of insect or something. Of course then there is the tell-tale sign of garry having ever been in any one place...a sour patch watermelon wrapper (emptied of course) stowed secretly in the vegetable crisper of the refrigerator (I had already trashed the trash cans and garbage bags and thus had nowhere else to put it really).
Monday night I interviewed with the theatre in Corinth. All day Sunday and on the drive up there, I really felt sort of indeifferent about the whole outlook. I didnt really know my standing and running an audition for a show I would not be able to direct seemed absurd and pointless to me. There was a good bit a prearation I COULD/SHOULD have done for the interview process, but with packing and tidying up emotions and all...I just wasnt able to bring myself up to it. The interview itself was nothing stellar on either my or the interviewers parts. As a matter of fact the current Artistic Director decided she wanted to not join right away and so we spent about 15 minutes of the board staring at me and not really focusing on the interview. She sat down and and then the interviewed got off and running. It is only interesting being interviewed by the current inhabitant of the position for which one is interviewing because its hard to read. Anyway, I stumbled through some stock answers and made some pretty hasty convictions about ideals I didnt necessarily attend to (though I wasn't forced, I think I thought it was what I thought they wanted to hear). With the interview done, I discovered that I was one of two candidates, the salary/housing subsidy is yet to be determined, and it would probably be another week before any offers or whatever are made. THe audition however was what really set me. The kids were very talented (it was for a production of INTO THE WOODS, Jr). I sat through the entire thing amazed at not only the talents and abilities, but the genuine interest, the enthusiasm and the warm reception by the kids towards me. It made me sad that whether or not I get offered/take the job, I will not be able to direct those kids in this show. Sigh. It also made me realize that perhaps I am not ready for an Artistic Directorship. It is a lot of responsibility and a lot know-how that I may not really be suited for YET. Thats a pretty big admission on my part, actually. The TX Education DIrector job and the Huntsville Theatre Instructor job are probably more suited to my level.
I am in Hunstville now. I'll be checking out of the hotel soon and then heading to the mall to kill about three hours before I go to interview with the magnet school coordinator at the high school where I may be teaching. Hopefully my spirits will pick up. Last night while I sat in the room before going out I searched through this little visit Huntsville guide and discovered that there is a good bit of theatre going on here in this city. I need to take a look at some other things, but the proximity and the similarity to Chattanooga give me a fair amount of comfort and if the hurdle of missing the first few days of school can be assessed, this would be nice.
I havent heard from Texas. I'm getting nervous and paranoid about it. They were supposed to get together and compare notes this weekend/ slash earlier in the week and then let those of us who might be moving to the second round know for sure. I have heard nothing and it is taking a lot of resistance to send out email inquiry (which could do more harm than good).
I found two more collegiate positions to apply for. One in PA and another in OK. It will be at least Monday before the apps go out and that is presuming I can get them printed and taken care of during this hellish weekend of married bliss ::with a touch of sarcasm::.
The final day in Oxford was spent sweating bullets loading stuff into a UHAUL and putting it into storage. Then Dana and I and Derek went to the Oxford Steak Company for a delicious and expensive meal (my treat for two very dear friends whom I will miss not seeing, or looking forward to seeing soon, greatly). Dana took me to lunch at Bottletree (having never been there in three years) and then we did our customary Square and OffSquare book runs...I bought a new book and Dana got a surprise for Beau. Then it was off.
SMALL WORLD UPDATE:
My friend Derek Bowley (recent and erroneously fired from North Shore last fall) and his husband Tim are moving to DC where Time has gotten a good job working with the Kennedy Center. In his email, Derek mentioned that if we knew anyone that we could set him up with in DC for work to let him know. I wrote back and said my frined Michael Bobbitt. He wrote back HYSTERICALly saying that he WAS working with Michael doing a four week stint this summer of DISNEY'S MULAN, JR. My first summer at NSMT hooked me up with Tricia who roomed with Tim in DC before TIme met Derek. Now Time is moving back to DC, this time with Derek in tow, and he is working with Michael who I worked with a couple times. its crazy and in the words of Walt Disney..."a smal world" (although I dont think that he wrote that...)
Monday night I interviewed with the theatre in Corinth. All day Sunday and on the drive up there, I really felt sort of indeifferent about the whole outlook. I didnt really know my standing and running an audition for a show I would not be able to direct seemed absurd and pointless to me. There was a good bit a prearation I COULD/SHOULD have done for the interview process, but with packing and tidying up emotions and all...I just wasnt able to bring myself up to it. The interview itself was nothing stellar on either my or the interviewers parts. As a matter of fact the current Artistic Director decided she wanted to not join right away and so we spent about 15 minutes of the board staring at me and not really focusing on the interview. She sat down and and then the interviewed got off and running. It is only interesting being interviewed by the current inhabitant of the position for which one is interviewing because its hard to read. Anyway, I stumbled through some stock answers and made some pretty hasty convictions about ideals I didnt necessarily attend to (though I wasn't forced, I think I thought it was what I thought they wanted to hear). With the interview done, I discovered that I was one of two candidates, the salary/housing subsidy is yet to be determined, and it would probably be another week before any offers or whatever are made. THe audition however was what really set me. The kids were very talented (it was for a production of INTO THE WOODS, Jr). I sat through the entire thing amazed at not only the talents and abilities, but the genuine interest, the enthusiasm and the warm reception by the kids towards me. It made me sad that whether or not I get offered/take the job, I will not be able to direct those kids in this show. Sigh. It also made me realize that perhaps I am not ready for an Artistic Directorship. It is a lot of responsibility and a lot know-how that I may not really be suited for YET. Thats a pretty big admission on my part, actually. The TX Education DIrector job and the Huntsville Theatre Instructor job are probably more suited to my level.
I am in Hunstville now. I'll be checking out of the hotel soon and then heading to the mall to kill about three hours before I go to interview with the magnet school coordinator at the high school where I may be teaching. Hopefully my spirits will pick up. Last night while I sat in the room before going out I searched through this little visit Huntsville guide and discovered that there is a good bit of theatre going on here in this city. I need to take a look at some other things, but the proximity and the similarity to Chattanooga give me a fair amount of comfort and if the hurdle of missing the first few days of school can be assessed, this would be nice.
I havent heard from Texas. I'm getting nervous and paranoid about it. They were supposed to get together and compare notes this weekend/ slash earlier in the week and then let those of us who might be moving to the second round know for sure. I have heard nothing and it is taking a lot of resistance to send out email inquiry (which could do more harm than good).
I found two more collegiate positions to apply for. One in PA and another in OK. It will be at least Monday before the apps go out and that is presuming I can get them printed and taken care of during this hellish weekend of married bliss ::with a touch of sarcasm::.
The final day in Oxford was spent sweating bullets loading stuff into a UHAUL and putting it into storage. Then Dana and I and Derek went to the Oxford Steak Company for a delicious and expensive meal (my treat for two very dear friends whom I will miss not seeing, or looking forward to seeing soon, greatly). Dana took me to lunch at Bottletree (having never been there in three years) and then we did our customary Square and OffSquare book runs...I bought a new book and Dana got a surprise for Beau. Then it was off.
SMALL WORLD UPDATE:
My friend Derek Bowley (recent and erroneously fired from North Shore last fall) and his husband Tim are moving to DC where Time has gotten a good job working with the Kennedy Center. In his email, Derek mentioned that if we knew anyone that we could set him up with in DC for work to let him know. I wrote back and said my frined Michael Bobbitt. He wrote back HYSTERICALly saying that he WAS working with Michael doing a four week stint this summer of DISNEY'S MULAN, JR. My first summer at NSMT hooked me up with Tricia who roomed with Tim in DC before TIme met Derek. Now Time is moving back to DC, this time with Derek in tow, and he is working with Michael who I worked with a couple times. its crazy and in the words of Walt Disney..."a smal world" (although I dont think that he wrote that...)