As I mentioned yesterday I had my interview for the Assistant Theater Manager position and I feel I did as well as I possibly could have on the interview. I think I interview well and I enjoy doing it, (which is why I think I interview well.) As I said my prayers last night I confessed a los cielos that I wasn't sure if I really wanted the position or not...I had no idea if getting it or not would be ultimately good for me and so threw up a mighty "Thy will be done," in regards.
I did the same thing this morning and felt very impressed with, "Yes, you did do a great job on the interview. You will not be getting the position."
I felt such utter RELIEF. I was so surprised that I felt so GOOD. I mean...I feel almost fiendishly happy about it. Like I have been set free!
Today is my second "audition" day and I think the theater is holding itself together pretty well. I've been typing up a "Handling Inventory or `How I learned to do things right and not piss off the accountants" manual and have been trying it out with one of my leads. Doing inventory has NOT been his strong suit and so I've given him my manual and letting him refer to that.
With watching him and helping him out I've been able to make revisions, plus I've sent it off to the accountants for review to make sure I haven't missed anything.
Dick didn't make it back in yesterday nor will he be in for the next two days. He has some major back problems and has been doped with percoset (my dad's drug of choice) and it has made him loopy and strange.
I talked to him a little bit and he told me (in his strange loopy way) that he thought I had a terrific interview and I made an incredibly good impression on Debra (!).
"Thank you," I told him. "I like to interview. That is always nice to hear."
"We are offering the position to someone else," he continued. "I don't know if they have been offered it yet and we don't know if they are going to accept it..." (boy, he was sounding sooo drugged.)
"I know," I almost chimed in, but refrained. It was a confirmation of the relief that I had felt. WOO HOOO!!!
So, I have some nice new clothes, another interview under my belt (and it's true. I love interviewing. I figure they are all practice for when I have interviews for jobs that I would sell my eye teeth for.) and a monsterously sense of giddiness.
I prayed that the best thing for me would happen...and I didn't get the job. I think I am relieved because I was starting to fear and worry that...(ye gods) my future was in the theater biz. Now...now I feel like I have been unleashed.
I have a strange sense of deja vu. When I was 15 my mom snapped at me asking me if I had even prayed if I was supposed to be an artist when I grew up. I was startled by the question...it had never even occurred to me. So, when I got on my knees that night it was with quite a bit of trepedation that I asked.
And it was with much mighty gratitude I got my answer that, "Yes, duh, you ARE supposed to do this. You have always known this. Why are you even asking?"
I have said that I feel like big things are on the horizon for me in 2004...and now I know it's not going to be happening at the Megaplex 12. Gracias Senor. Grateful much?
Whew! Sure trying to be!