It’s the magical 6 month time line that only exists in looking for work or post relationship breakup. My previous state of employment was a 4 year long relationship with rocky patches, ups & downs, and more than it’s fair share of alcohol. I chose a path that begs substance abuse. A common post work game consisted of a madness titled, Jeager Roulette, in which everyone at the table would be ordered a dark syrupy shot of alcohol… one silver bullet filled with Freignet, a not so pleasant wash down the gullet. These games were very often repeated with heated measure and more often than not led to screaming and bitching about the less than favorable moments of our worktime blues. The breakup was not taken well. I was leaving to be with another woman, my wife… my actual wife and not the tramp I spent all of my days (and a majority of my nights) with.
So, finding new work proved to be more difficult than I would have originally imagined. It takes about 6 months to get the old relationship scent off of you. Literally, my dating/work search looked desperate and sad. I was out of practice. My game was broken. Even my ex-jobs (news) seemed skeptical.
Almost to the day, the work front changed drastically. I started shooting and editing projects everyday. All of my side (free) projects had to take a backseat to actual work. I was confused. I didn’t know what to do. This is what brings me to the Burbank Airport at 6 a.m. sitting next to a group of pornographers traveling to Oakland for another shoot. I guess business is picking up for everyone.
I, on the other hand, am traveling back to my beloved San Francisco for a super quick series of interviews and b-roll, only to fly back this evening and continue shooting in LA on Friday. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining. I needed the work and I’m happiest when I’m working. I’m good at what I do… I guess I just wish it were more film and tv oriented instead of corporate and docu/news. I am working on those aspects of career… they just don’t pay as rapidly as the former.
I will also be missing the premiere of my short film, THE THAUMATURGE, at the Indie Memphis Film Festival Nov. 3rd-6th… because of previous engagements. That one breaks my heart. I really wanted to go “home” for that one, see some friends, eat a shitload of bbq, and fill my heart with the love of film. I guess that will have to wait until the next time. However, if you’re in Memphis during that time, please go see my film. I can’t wait to share it with you. For now, I’ll board the plane and try to get back to sleep… because these early mornings are common in production… yet, I do not resemble a morning person. Maybe I’ll swing by Grumpy’s if I have time.