“It’s a job, that you DO, so you can do the things you actually LIKE doing in life.”- Kimmie (from Lydia’s Funeral Video, a play by Samantha Chanse)
Tuesday marks my re-entry into the rat race. I will trade 6am call times, 30-minute lunches, and 14-hour days for a rush hour commute, one hour lunches, and cubicles. And I’ll probably have to get reacquainted with Windows XP too…yay. It’s been about 21 months since I’ve worked the 9-5 hustle and I’m excited for the most part. Don’t get me wrong, there are a lot of perks in the freelance world, but the Hollywood juicer said it best:
for any of you who might suffer delusions that the freelance life sounds somehow cinematically romantic (like a cowboy strapping his bedroll to the saddle, then mounting up and riding into the setting sun), it’s not. We’re more like itinerant farm workers, really – braceros — going from crop to crop as the harvest rolls in. And that’s in good times — in not so good times (like now), a more accurate comparison might be with dumpster divers, foraging for food and whatever else we can find amid the stinking alleys deep in the shadows of that big white sign in the Hollywood Hills.
This comes from a guy who’s been in the business for over 30 years compared to the 1.5 I’ve logged. But suffice to say, I’m closing the chapter on the freelance grip/electric lifestyle for now – at least as my main source of income. Jobs may pop up here and there and I’ll take them if I’m interested and available. (I’ll need to anyway to retain the ability to write off some minor business expenses) In some ways, I feel like I’m growing up (again) – choosing a course of action to ensure financial responsibilities are handled, instead of one that satisfies my own creative passions. But there’s plenty of time for that and some things in the horizon. (more…)