I talked with the HR person at work yesterday, and she told me they were unable to hire me because they were unable to define a "role" that would justify hiring another full time person. However, she did ask me hopefully if I had managed to extend my visa, which leads me to think that if I was able to stay here legally, then I would be able to keep working. Or if I was English and they didn't have to go through the hassle of sponsoring me for a visa they would keep me working. Either way, come the 26th of January, I'm gone. I don't know why I'm so upset about losing my job. The only reason I can think is that it was the last hope I had for staying in London. But, as I try to reason to myself, would I really be happy working corporate full time? Surely after awhile I would get antsy for the theatre and then I'd be stuck working as a secretary. Well, we'll never know, will we?
I feel like London is breaking up with me. I didn't think it was possible to be dumped by a city but apparently it is. I find that I have an increasing aversion to living in a big city, so maybe now I'll have to find someplace small but arty and set up shop.
The good news is that I met the director and producer for the show that I'm stage managing in Feburary. I'm going to be working on a show abou two women, with a woman director and producer. Sounds like it should be very empowering. It will make a nice change from babysitting high flying corporate directors who have meetings in Paris on Monday and then Frankfurt on Tuesday and who need their flights changed, anyway. And! I did end up buying tickets to Paris. I will be staying with a friend, so now I can really go all out with the pursuing of historcal knowledge, commeorative statuettes of Napoleon and French food. Who knows, I might even try the snails.