Aug 24, 2006 12:21
That is the question.
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind . . .
Sorry, got possessed by the ghosts of Albion there for a second. Blame it on the English degree.
Anyway, I'm getting a little stressed out at the prospect of moving. What if I am not, in fact, an editorial badass after all, or, more to the point, what if I can't make Dream Job Gatekeepers realize that from a distance of 1921 miles (1670 in nautical miles) away?
Do I hold out and keep sending out packages only to jobs I really wnat? After all, I already have a job I can barely tolerate, why would I want to look for another one of them?
Or do I say, "Dammit, I want to be living in LA before the next Oscars!" and apply for anything I'm reasonably qualified for that will put a roof over our heads and gas in our cars?
I don't know. Can job people, like members of the opposite sex, smell desperation? And do I want to work for the kind of place that would have me? Hmmmm.
Suggestions are welcome. As are family connections to California publishing, a mysterious and sudden inheritence, or moving-for-work horror stories,