Yes, folks, the time has come. As much as I thought it would be a labored, frightening leap into the black abyss, it really wasn't: I'm quitting my day job and freelancing full time! Yep. It's official -- all except for telling my job, that is.
Here's what happened: Tuesday I was talking to the hockey guys and mentioned I'd had to turn down 2 paying weekday jobs, and they said, oh, you don't want to do THAT. And I started thinking, my god, I've put myself out there, begged to be hired, then when people called, said, yeah, uh, can't really do that. NOT COOL. So I tossed and turned into the night. When I finally slept, I was having a dream about freelancing when awakened by my cats at about 4 am. I didn't get back to sleep after that, lying there wondering what I should do. All day I thought about it. That night I barely slept again (this was not helped by my cough that won't go away, mind you -- haven't slept well in a couple weeks -- I will only briefly mention that I fully believe that this is brought on by the noxious fumes from the welding shop attached to my office by a semi-insulated corrugated wall and a door that opens and closes about twice a minute. And yes, I'm finally going to call OSHA about it).
Thursday I was sitting there at work miles away in my own little world, thinking about all this when I sat up and said, OK, wait, I've been saving up for a little while now -- how much money do I have, vs. how much money do I need? I started doing some math. And I realized that, effective immediately, if I limit my non-set-bill spending (groceries, gas, beers etc.) to a certain, very low amount, I can probably get by through September with NO paying jobs if I work here through June.
When September rolls around, either I: am making a living and will continue to, am making a living but jobs will drop off, or am not making a living, and if it's either of the 2 latter I will go out and get temp office jobs until things pick up again. Temp jobs are always easy enough to get, and I have enough office experience now that I should make decent money. I've verified with people who've worked temp that this is still the case -- you can pretty much get a job immediately.
How simple and foolproof is that? And of course I'll make SOME money, so I think I can afford a vegetable once in a while (instead of living on pbj's, my plan until things pick up). I will also be able to get a beer or two with industry people for networking purposes from time to time (and so as not to go crazy).
I talked to my mom today and didn't mention that I'm quitting, smirkedy smirk. I don't know if I'll ever tell her. I rarely talk about my doorknob job anyway, and I won't lie, but if she doesn't specifically ask, "are you still working at that job?" I don't think I'll bring it up. Maybe if I make it for like a year and haven't asked her for one red cent I'll tell her.
Anyhoo. I've got a lot coming up already (taking time off work -- shhh!) and am feeling pretty confident about the whole thing despite some of my more experienced friends not being too enthusiastic about their own prospects. (Hard to compare me to them, though -- I'm a cheapass PA, not a producer or gaffer/grip/all-around kickass individual with a ton of equipment who knows everything and therefore costs more than lil ol me). Feeling pretty good, yet not dangerously manic about it. Ahhhh.
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You are living the crazy life we all dream of - but you're much more cerebral about it than most people who through caution to the wind with a "Fuck the Man," devil may care attitude. Not that I don't think there will be some caution-throwing in the near future, but you rock and I hope you find fulfillment or at least fun in freelance work.
Hell - it's gotta be more fun than fucking doorknobs, right?
I like to fuck doorknobs.
You know, you can't just be all "la la, I don't work now, who cares!" As someone put it to me, you're selling yourself 24/7 now, you're always at work. The world is my office already -- including my car. Bad, I know! But whaddaya gonna do.
God, when I'm working (that henceforth means working on film/TV stuff, of course), I just feel so much more FOCUSED, and somehow, it's hard to explain, but more like a grownup. Even though I'm being a PA, which is the work of a 22-year-old. It's about being in control, for better or worse, of your own fate. (In a general sense... right now I feel like control of my life has been taken over by aliens from the planet ADHD. TAKE A RITALIN. I talked to the same guy about the same job twice today, and although I tried to point that out, I don't think he ever quite realized it... And he was talking about me taking different jobs both times! I hope he doesn't try to hire BOTH Kristina the art department person and Kristina the script supervisor!)
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