Tuesday, May 01, 2007

have at ye!

I am still working at the receptionist job...my supervisor has taken two weeks of sick leave, so that leaves me with the other new hire, who is also a theatre person. We got off on the wrong foot however--I respect the fact that he's been working in this city for three years, but he had to realise that I too am an accomplished theatre professional, so we had one of those fun little spats that happen when two egos collide. Everything is okay now. I wish that I could do more to help him, but when the policy is "don't tell the temp anything" it's hard to be useful. He has been very good at telling me places I can send my resume and places I should look for work, but he's also told me that the first year working in Chicago is a b*$@h, so I need to be wary. Well, I could have told you that. I knew this wasn't going to be easy.

Chris came over last night and we hung out for a couple hours before she larks off to New Jersey and thence to Alaska. It was great to see her, and I'm really going to be missing her once she goes. Of course--one of the best parts of friends in far places is ROADTRIP!!!! That's all I want to do this summer is go on trip and visit people. I can't decide if I should go back to London for a visit though: of course I want to, but can I afford it? Is it worth the carbon emissions for 2 weeks of fun and joy? Hm. I'm really bored here, because it's hard to meet people. Most of the theatre people are already encamped in their theatre companies, which overlap to form a loose web of alliances and sister companies. So, patience! Is the word of the day. It'll happen. And, if not, I'll try another city.


Laura said...

I can't believe you're thinking of visiting London when you could - if you can afford to fly there it would be much cheaper- to come and visit ME, even though I selfishly pledged a year of poverty while I was in Americorps and didn't come and visit you. I wanted too though! Sigh.

Peter said...

Haha, I tell you you should tell this guy that you are much better than him after all, you went to Goldsmiths in London. F-him. Don't let ma read this, I catch hell at graduation saturday.