Moan, moan, moan, moan, moan ...
Feb. 16th, 2007 11:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sabremeisterToday marked me being in my job for 18 months.
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Woo
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I hate my job. It is totally unfulfilling, it is not what I want to do, it is aiding and abetting some rather suspect practices, it is affecting my health, it - aaaaarrrrghh!
I've worked out that, after all my expeditures are taken into account, I have got £26.06 spending money per year.
I came to London 18 months and 1 week ago to get a job in a theatre. Backstage work (stagecrew, stage management, that sort of thing). I came here because there are more theatres in London than anywhere else in the country. I thought that, what with the proliferation of job venues, there should also be a proliferation of vacancies. And with my ten years of experience in the field, I'd get a few interviews. But apparently, experience in amateur theatre, which is often more demanding technically and budgetarily, and maybe even better quality, than professional theatre, is not considered as worthwile. Keenness and loving the bloody job also count for nothing. And driving licences are required.
A few months ago, I raided the Yellow Pages, and sent a speculative letter and CV to over 50 London theatres. I got three replies.
I have not had a very calm week.
So - Plans:
I am going to Redemption next weekend.
A couple of weeks after that, I am going to travel on The Flying Scotsman (travel ambition number 1, which was thwarted last November);
In May, or thereabouts, I am going on a Grand Tour of Europe (travel ambition number 2), with nothing more than a Lonely Planet phrasebook and my sister for company (must remember to ring her and tell her about it - it's supposed to co-incide with her 30th);
By June, I will either be out of work completely, or just starting a new one. Whether that is going to be a job in a theatre or another temp (ha!) job remains to be seen. Who I'm working for now are unlikely to spring for a pay rise, and after the turns of two financial years, I kind of think I'm entitled to one. So, either I get a pay rise, or they find someone else. As I mentioned above, my current wage is not exactly a living one. If the cost of food goes up by the same amount it did last year, I will be a Miserable Micawber.
I'm with a job-hunting list, specialising in theatre jobs. Apparently Alton Towers want a stage manager.
<deadpan>
Woo
</deadpan>
I hate my job. It is totally unfulfilling, it is not what I want to do, it is aiding and abetting some rather suspect practices, it is affecting my health, it - aaaaarrrrghh!
I've worked out that, after all my expeditures are taken into account, I have got £26.06 spending money per year.
I came to London 18 months and 1 week ago to get a job in a theatre. Backstage work (stagecrew, stage management, that sort of thing). I came here because there are more theatres in London than anywhere else in the country. I thought that, what with the proliferation of job venues, there should also be a proliferation of vacancies. And with my ten years of experience in the field, I'd get a few interviews. But apparently, experience in amateur theatre, which is often more demanding technically and budgetarily, and maybe even better quality, than professional theatre, is not considered as worthwile. Keenness and loving the bloody job also count for nothing. And driving licences are required.
A few months ago, I raided the Yellow Pages, and sent a speculative letter and CV to over 50 London theatres. I got three replies.
I have not had a very calm week.
So - Plans:
I am going to Redemption next weekend.
A couple of weeks after that, I am going to travel on The Flying Scotsman (travel ambition number 1, which was thwarted last November);
In May, or thereabouts, I am going on a Grand Tour of Europe (travel ambition number 2), with nothing more than a Lonely Planet phrasebook and my sister for company (must remember to ring her and tell her about it - it's supposed to co-incide with her 30th);
By June, I will either be out of work completely, or just starting a new one. Whether that is going to be a job in a theatre or another temp (ha!) job remains to be seen. Who I'm working for now are unlikely to spring for a pay rise, and after the turns of two financial years, I kind of think I'm entitled to one. So, either I get a pay rise, or they find someone else. As I mentioned above, my current wage is not exactly a living one. If the cost of food goes up by the same amount it did last year, I will be a Miserable Micawber.
I'm with a job-hunting list, specialising in theatre jobs. Apparently Alton Towers want a stage manager.
