Funny how a bod day will make you reevaluate your life....
I hate to get on a rant here....
but I have no idea how to cut tag.
My wonder job at Titanic was great until about two weeks ago. They even put me in charge. Then my managers come back from their Titanic dive and for whatever reason start throwing their muscle around. All of a sudden actors are expected to hard sell in the gift shop. I hate hard selling. That's why I don't have a phone job. All of a sudden the tech hours that I supplement my income with have to be approved date and time each week. I have to scramble for hours. I work doubles and come in on my day off and cover shifts for people. Even though Mark and I do all this and help around the exhibit and work our asses off, we still have to scramble for hours. People who basically use this job for spending money because they have other higher paying jobs, now that summer is over and their hours are cut, are all of a sudden coming to Titanic and taking my hours. Fuck all to the people who do all the extra stuff for them. When Mark and I go, I don't know what they will do considering we are the only ones available to work on the weekends.
With all of this, I began thinking this afternoon.
I love to act, and I was so happy to find a job that allowed me to do that and pay my bills.
But now I'm not so sure. If I found an acting job, it's usually for shit wages. If I find a job with okay pay, then it's not an acting job. I just don't know whether or not to give up what I love, so I can pay the bills, or chuck it all and do what I love.
Urg. I hate life crisis.
And it's not even Monday.
T
but I have no idea how to cut tag.
My wonder job at Titanic was great until about two weeks ago. They even put me in charge. Then my managers come back from their Titanic dive and for whatever reason start throwing their muscle around. All of a sudden actors are expected to hard sell in the gift shop. I hate hard selling. That's why I don't have a phone job. All of a sudden the tech hours that I supplement my income with have to be approved date and time each week. I have to scramble for hours. I work doubles and come in on my day off and cover shifts for people. Even though Mark and I do all this and help around the exhibit and work our asses off, we still have to scramble for hours. People who basically use this job for spending money because they have other higher paying jobs, now that summer is over and their hours are cut, are all of a sudden coming to Titanic and taking my hours. Fuck all to the people who do all the extra stuff for them. When Mark and I go, I don't know what they will do considering we are the only ones available to work on the weekends.
With all of this, I began thinking this afternoon.
I love to act, and I was so happy to find a job that allowed me to do that and pay my bills.
But now I'm not so sure. If I found an acting job, it's usually for shit wages. If I find a job with okay pay, then it's not an acting job. I just don't know whether or not to give up what I love, so I can pay the bills, or chuck it all and do what I love.
Urg. I hate life crisis.
And it's not even Monday.
T