More and more I think that job interviews are like dating. You get all pretty, in an attempt to put your best foot forward. You are anxious, hoping they will like you - at times almost feeling like the puppy in the window with the "pick me, oh please pick me" eyes. Especially if it is a job you really want.
This week I had the honor of interviewing at the Palladium (http://www.thecenterfortheperformingarts.org/) in Carmel, Indiana. It is an incredible facility, and I really liked the folks I met who work there. From the little I saw of the community, I can really see myself there.
But I have to admit, after the past couple months, it is a little scary to think about relocating again, to an area where I have no one I really know, and no friends.
Starting a new job reminds me so much of the first day of school - you go in with all your shiny new supplied and new clothes that mom wouldn't let you wear until school actually started, just KNOWING that this year will be different. That this year I'll make new friends, and people will like me - sometimes it happens, sometimes it doesn't.
Like dating, you never quite know what you're really getting into until you get into it. It seems wonderful, exciting, and exactly what you are looking for, a path into a whole new adventure in life. Then sometimes you get in there and discover that once you pass that seeming "point of no return", you're living with an active alcoholic who likes to be abusive at random times. It can be scary and really isolating - everyone around you just wants to see the pretty sparkly surface, and doesn't want to hear what may be beneath it. And those you try to get through to keep telling you "In this economy/At your age - you're best holding onto what you have - it's not as bad as you make it out to be." So maybe you stay, because you buy into that kind of scarcity thinking - or you stay because you just don't know what else to do.
Or maybe you let go of it all and step out into the great unknown, taking your chances. Maybe you end up with abuse, maybe you end up with dreams come true.
One thing is certain, however: nothing will change until you are willing to do something different.
Friday, March 18, 2011
Friday, March 4, 2011
Northern Nevada
Wow - I didn't realize it has been so long since I last posted! I should remedy that...
So a lot of folks have been asking what Reno and Northern Nevada is like. I can only offer my own insights here, but think it may be time to do so.
First of all, Reno is unique that it is a blend of both desert and mountains. It is dry, cold at night, and warmer during the day. It is wonderful to be back in the mountains again - and they are especially pretty with the snow on them. However, my body doesn't seem to like the altitude - I don't feel like I've been able to breathe properly since I got here. There is also a phenomenon called "Tahoe Throat" that has plagued all the performers, from Sinatra on down to my own cast. You always feel like you have something stuck in your throat, and seem to constantly be clearing it. Makes it real fun for singers.
The towns I've been in so far are Reno and Carson City. Both are smaller than you would imagine, and charming in their own way. Neither of them seems to understand the concept of clearing snow off sidewalks, however, which is dead annoying. The other really irritating thing about Reno is that no one picks up after their dog - I mean no one. There is a grassy area around the corner (and a few sidewalks, too) that look like pure dog poop. Yes, ewwww.....
Downtown Reno is primarily casinos, liquor stores and tourist shops. It is a tad on the seedy side (the loss of tourism has really hit hard here), and often feels sad to me. The locals, however, are some of the most delightful people I have met. The folks at the local UU church go out of their way to make me feel welcome and at home, and the crew I work with is top-flight. A little cliqueish at times, but great.
Carson City isn't quite as friendly, but a lovely place to spend a day. The capitol building is not to be missed, and I had the best (and most expensive) pizza of my life at a little place called B'Sghetti's on the main drag while killing time for the bus to go back to Reno.
I have to say, it's not a place I would have come intentionally, but I am glad I am here, and I am happy that I will have friends to see whenever I am back this way.
So a lot of folks have been asking what Reno and Northern Nevada is like. I can only offer my own insights here, but think it may be time to do so.
First of all, Reno is unique that it is a blend of both desert and mountains. It is dry, cold at night, and warmer during the day. It is wonderful to be back in the mountains again - and they are especially pretty with the snow on them. However, my body doesn't seem to like the altitude - I don't feel like I've been able to breathe properly since I got here. There is also a phenomenon called "Tahoe Throat" that has plagued all the performers, from Sinatra on down to my own cast. You always feel like you have something stuck in your throat, and seem to constantly be clearing it. Makes it real fun for singers.
The towns I've been in so far are Reno and Carson City. Both are smaller than you would imagine, and charming in their own way. Neither of them seems to understand the concept of clearing snow off sidewalks, however, which is dead annoying. The other really irritating thing about Reno is that no one picks up after their dog - I mean no one. There is a grassy area around the corner (and a few sidewalks, too) that look like pure dog poop. Yes, ewwww.....
Downtown Reno is primarily casinos, liquor stores and tourist shops. It is a tad on the seedy side (the loss of tourism has really hit hard here), and often feels sad to me. The locals, however, are some of the most delightful people I have met. The folks at the local UU church go out of their way to make me feel welcome and at home, and the crew I work with is top-flight. A little cliqueish at times, but great.
Carson City isn't quite as friendly, but a lovely place to spend a day. The capitol building is not to be missed, and I had the best (and most expensive) pizza of my life at a little place called B'Sghetti's on the main drag while killing time for the bus to go back to Reno.
I have to say, it's not a place I would have come intentionally, but I am glad I am here, and I am happy that I will have friends to see whenever I am back this way.
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