When I was in my final year of university, I was asked to put forward a 5-year-plan. (Coincidently, this marks my five years and I haven’t done too badly!) In the discussion, the topic of location came up – and I firmly stated I wanted to stay in the North. For me, I had enough going on in Liverpool outside of theatre world to stay; I was involved with a local rugby club I’d helped from the early days, I worked in a small studio theatre which I loved with all my heart, I had my friends and family around me, and I was working with a group of people who liked me, and I liked them. Why would I want to go elsewhere? I was happy where I was. I wasn’t planning to risk that just to say I worked in London. People seem to think that all theatre practitioners aspire to the West End, but I had no such desires. The only time I wanted to be near the West End for work was when Cursed Child was announced – and as time went on and I had to defend myself each time I had to explain why I had no desire to go to London, something inside me grew to hate the idea of working in London.
I am nosey, there’s no two ways about it. I love seeing what other people have bought, what other people got for their birthdays, what their houses look like and especially posts where people give a run down on what’s in their bag. There’s something I find really interesting about seeing what people carry around with them day-to-day! I decided to write a bag post myself, but it was incredibly dull. I don’t have anything interesting in my day-to-day bag, just the normal things like a purse, my phone, a notebook, a pen…..nothing fun or fancy to make the post worth the time.
At some point during the last month, it dawned on me that if the theatre I currently work in suddenly stopped needing staff, I wouldn’t get a job elsewhere.
I love my job, I love the people I get to work with, I LOVE being on show call – but if I had to start again anew, with people I didn’t know, I don’t think I could. While I had 3 months of unemployment over the summer, I made no effort to find work with other companies because I was so scared. What if they didn’t like me? What if I’m actually rubbish at my job and it turns out I’ve only got this far because of the rest of the team? Continue reading
I once read that if you had to write a disclaimer on a blog, you shouldn’t be writing the blog because you know it’s wrong – but I’m starting with a disclaimer. Theatre friends, if you think this blog is about you, it isn’t. It’s about the jobs I kept secret, it’s about the jobs I did when I’d only ever lit school shows before, the jobs where I didn’t know any better. I doubt the people this blog is about will ever, ever read what I have to say.