Update
So I'm writing this in a sad attempt to put off applying for more jobs. Now I know what you are thinking. "But Tom, I thought you had a job." That's a long story that I doubt I will ever know how to feel about. The short version is that they said they were willing to train the right person, and after 30 days they decided they were not willing to train and that I was not the right person. So I was shown the door. I alternate between anger and shame about the situation most days.
I started thinking the other day. For the first time it occurred to me that maybe I came to Chicago for the wrong reasons. I came here for the opportunities in theatre, which I realize now are no more plentiful than in DC, and if I were to cast my net as wide as Baltimore and add in film opportunities and things like the 48 Hour Film Festival and the Fringe Festival, there might actually be more work back east. The other reason was my friends. I had some friends in DC, but a big part of my reason for moving was that I was lonely. Now that seems foolish. Rather than looking out for number one and making my own happiness, I came here expecting to have it thrust upon me through others. I don't know what I'd do without Heidi and Dustin and everyone here, but when I put it that way, it seems very naive.
My parents came to visit me last week. We had a really great time going to Wrigley Field and the Field Museum. My father's last words to me before he left were "Do the right thing." I hope I don't let him down. I'm not even sure what right is anymore.
I'm working about 20 hours a week thanks to my staffing agency right now. Not great, but it could be a lot worse. I'm also cast in a show. Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat. I am Reuben, the eldest son of Israel. I have a solo. It's my first time singing in quite a while and I am a bit nervous. I should probably review my music tonight. I had forgotten how much I love landing those low notes. I love the look on music directors faces when they realize just how low I can sing and the possibilities that opens up for them. I know most people won't hear when I drop the octave at the end of a song, but they will know on some level, and I think it always sounds better for it.
The fireworks this weekend were very disappointing. First off, they were on the 3rd for some reason. Chicago is weird like that I guess. 2nd, they couldn't have gone on for more than 15 minutes. I'm used to a 30+ minute show downtown on the National Mall with the Washington Monument in the background. I was very upset by that.
I need to get to work tonight. I have a date tomorrow with a Russian model who teaches yoga (you read that right) and I need to earn the right to take the afternoon off and spend money I don't have. I'm gonna say that again because it really makes me feel great. I have a date tomorrow with a Russian model who teaches yoga.
I started thinking the other day. For the first time it occurred to me that maybe I came to Chicago for the wrong reasons. I came here for the opportunities in theatre, which I realize now are no more plentiful than in DC, and if I were to cast my net as wide as Baltimore and add in film opportunities and things like the 48 Hour Film Festival and the Fringe Festival, there might actually be more work back east. The other reason was my friends. I had some friends in DC, but a big part of my reason for moving was that I was lonely. Now that seems foolish. Rather than looking out for number one and making my own happiness, I came here expecting to have it thrust upon me through others. I don't know what I'd do without Heidi and Dustin and everyone here, but when I put it that way, it seems very naive.
My parents came to visit me last week. We had a really great time going to Wrigley Field and the Field Museum. My father's last words to me before he left were "Do the right thing." I hope I don't let him down. I'm not even sure what right is anymore.
I'm working about 20 hours a week thanks to my staffing agency right now. Not great, but it could be a lot worse. I'm also cast in a show. Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat. I am Reuben, the eldest son of Israel. I have a solo. It's my first time singing in quite a while and I am a bit nervous. I should probably review my music tonight. I had forgotten how much I love landing those low notes. I love the look on music directors faces when they realize just how low I can sing and the possibilities that opens up for them. I know most people won't hear when I drop the octave at the end of a song, but they will know on some level, and I think it always sounds better for it.
The fireworks this weekend were very disappointing. First off, they were on the 3rd for some reason. Chicago is weird like that I guess. 2nd, they couldn't have gone on for more than 15 minutes. I'm used to a 30+ minute show downtown on the National Mall with the Washington Monument in the background. I was very upset by that.
I need to get to work tonight. I have a date tomorrow with a Russian model who teaches yoga (you read that right) and I need to earn the right to take the afternoon off and spend money I don't have. I'm gonna say that again because it really makes me feel great. I have a date tomorrow with a Russian model who teaches yoga.