I just got a pretty big disappointment, and I'm working to rally back at the moment.
A few weeks back, the BFF told me about an opportunity for a position as a costume shop foreman at a pretty big university down here, working under someone who was the assistant of one of my costuming idols. Huge. After all, I came here, uprooted my entire life, to work in costuming. Not to push pencils in an office.
Today, I found out the position had been entirely misrepresented, and wasn't anything like what we thought it was.
I tried mightily, over the last few weeks, not to count chickens before they were hatched, knowing that it was a slim possibility, that they might want someone with different qualifications, might not pay enough, whatever. But, being in the entirely frustrating, soul-crunching place I'm in right now, I couldn't help but imagine waking up each morning to go to a job that made me happy and proud to be there. That made me feel like I didn't make a mistake coming out here. Finally doing something I could love.
I'm rallying. I'm moving on. But, I'm sad. I know it means I wasn't meant to go there, that there must be something else I'm supposed to do still on the horizon, but . . . right now it just feels like endless months of the same routine.
Right. Time to apply chocolate.