itchin'.....

My computer says it’s midnight, but my mind is working like its 11am. For some reason or another, my job isn’t completely satisfying me these days. Maybe it’s because, as I told someone the other day, I am not involved in the theatre community and I miss that. Or perhaps it’s because I have a staff that, try as I might, will not stick to the processes and complete their tasks as assigned. Or even scarier for me, maybe I truly do start to itch after a couple of years and long for the “next big thing”. It admittedly does seem to be a pattern for me.

So where does that leave me? Looking for a job, that’s where. I have applied for three jobs in the last two months. Nothing has obviously panned out for one reason or another. The first was a theatre company in NYC for a job that could have been a bit out of my league at this point in my career. I put in my application apparently after the job had been opened for too long and they already had someone lined up. The second one, a job here in DC, is still open, but yet no call. Did I truly not tweak my resume enough to not even warrant a phone call? I actually thought that job was a slight step back from what I do now. Maybe that was cocky of me or maybe they are taking over a month to get in resumes before they start to call people. Either way, I’ve pretty much give up on that one too.

The last job I took about an hour applying for today. It’s a combination of many things I’ve done in the past would require a bit of a lifestyle shift (not to mention a potential foreign language course) and a definite relocation to New York City, but it was just too interesting not to submit a resume for consideration. I mean, what Arts Admin graduate would not jump at the chance to become involved in International Theatre and fly to Madrid, Spain in September!? Would I be surprised if they didn’t call? Of course not. But that is what has me up at 12:07am, tossing and turning so much that the dog was giving me dirty looks.

Once I get a potential life change into my head, I can’t stop thinking about it. It just seeps in and I start to play scenes out in my head about the apartment search and where we would live and what my office would look like and where all I would travel and where D would find a job and what our social life would become there and on and on. I don’t exactly know how to make it stop. That or the itch.