It took me to the mid-40’s to realize it… oh, well. This crystalized for me at work Friday afternoon.
I want to be the technical director at a major performing arts center. I want to work with artists to create beauty, and be surrounded by it every day. I have most of the technical and organizational skills to make this happen, but I’m not with the right employer. Really, it’s too bad, as I like my company and my boss.
I’ve actually already applied for a job with the right employer by coincidence. I applied for a city job – basically the kind of work I do now for a hospital, but more technical than logistical and at a convention center . If I get the convention center job, I’m a lateral transfer away from working in the right place, a gorgeous new facility also staffed by city employees. Then it’s a simple matter of backstabbing and ass-kissing my way to the top.
I’ve been notified that I’ve made it through the first cut of the convention center job. Which, if I get it, would also be about 20% more $. It is nearly too much for this son of an immigrant laborer to imagine having this solid middle class income for work I enjoy.