Dammit
So... got the official no-go from Netflix, who I'd been interviewing with. A bummer because I was pretty sure that I'd nailed that interview.
Next up is waiting to hear back about the bar I'd interviewed with but it's been four days and no call back so I'm pretty sure that one isn't coming. Back to the drawing board and the drawing board looks bleak. If I could ever have been called overconfident, and let's be fair in admitting that I could (can), this stint of getting my ass paddled by a city and its economy is doing a good job of mitigating that arrogance. Gone, no. Significantly reduced, yes.
I really need da cash money right now. I have a particularly broad yet focusable grouping of skills that make me a really good pick for a number of jobs and I'm hitting the gamut with a 12 gauge spread. Nonetheless, work is hard to find here. It might be easier if I were still pushing the networking angle with the bar guild but I flat out cannot afford to be going out and blowing twenty bucks a week to keep up appearances and conversations. It's not that I don't enjoy it or that I don't want to, though the politics wear thin in that particular line of work I flat simply lack the funds necessary to hang out and chat with these folks. I can't fucking afford it. Bartending is a lot of fun, unfortunately for me I've specialized as a bartender in a way that makes me a bad pick for dives, they take one look at my resume and go "this guy doesn't really want to be here slopping sour mix on top of tequila", and their right. The higher end, more careful craft cocktail establishments are more picky and in Portland there happens to be a fairly large number of people with significantly more experience than me and just as much need to work.
It's led to a lot of thinking. I'm starting to apply with nonprofits, sales teams, customer service groups, I have a friend from film school working at an ad agency here in town and I'm going to hit her up for a little advice as well. Starting to really look at school again.
What I really want to do for the foreseeable future has become the question of the season, rather than just what I'd be good at.
But shit-goddamn, this isn't fun.
Next up is waiting to hear back about the bar I'd interviewed with but it's been four days and no call back so I'm pretty sure that one isn't coming. Back to the drawing board and the drawing board looks bleak. If I could ever have been called overconfident, and let's be fair in admitting that I could (can), this stint of getting my ass paddled by a city and its economy is doing a good job of mitigating that arrogance. Gone, no. Significantly reduced, yes.
I really need da cash money right now. I have a particularly broad yet focusable grouping of skills that make me a really good pick for a number of jobs and I'm hitting the gamut with a 12 gauge spread. Nonetheless, work is hard to find here. It might be easier if I were still pushing the networking angle with the bar guild but I flat out cannot afford to be going out and blowing twenty bucks a week to keep up appearances and conversations. It's not that I don't enjoy it or that I don't want to, though the politics wear thin in that particular line of work I flat simply lack the funds necessary to hang out and chat with these folks. I can't fucking afford it. Bartending is a lot of fun, unfortunately for me I've specialized as a bartender in a way that makes me a bad pick for dives, they take one look at my resume and go "this guy doesn't really want to be here slopping sour mix on top of tequila", and their right. The higher end, more careful craft cocktail establishments are more picky and in Portland there happens to be a fairly large number of people with significantly more experience than me and just as much need to work.
It's led to a lot of thinking. I'm starting to apply with nonprofits, sales teams, customer service groups, I have a friend from film school working at an ad agency here in town and I'm going to hit her up for a little advice as well. Starting to really look at school again.
What I really want to do for the foreseeable future has become the question of the season, rather than just what I'd be good at.
But shit-goddamn, this isn't fun.