my real life

i feel like the life i consider to be my real life is a life many would consider to be an illusion. regardless, i want to go back to my real life, my creative life, the one that so artfully satiates my yearning to be something more than a working lemming.

i guess i knew this was coming. i hit the point where i have to figure out how to get things done on my own. i'm a little lost right now. (boy, that phrase brings back emo memories of freshman year.) this is where i need to remember to rely on the drive and motivation that i've had for so long. this is also where i need to remember that i get to define what happens next, not people from the past and not current expectations.

i don't know how to expect just a little bit.

hourly jobs

i like my job in the ticket office at intiman. i like the people i work with and most days the job is juuuuusssst fine. but i am learning a few things:
1. if someone poops on your face, you say thank you. (thank you dan for that expression.) that is to say, no matter how someone treats you, if they support your theatre, you say thank you.
2. i'm ready for a real person job (i.e. non-hourly job).
3. working with people you like makes all the difference.

in other news, our apartment is like a hostel - always people coming in and out. it's nice but it will also be nice to have a few days without people soon.

tourist season is over which means a little peace downtown. i may take a few more ventures down to Pike Place now. although working in seattle center always makes me feel like a tourist. AND i have a bunch of pictures of the space needle. here's just one example:

i like this city. i'm starting to get used to being an adult.