Interview Therapy

I apply to every legitimate job/gig-posting that I’m remotely qualified for. An application every other day, and an interview a week. Job interviews have now become therapy sessions.

I tell my potential employer about my hopes and dreams, applicable experience and education. In an interview at a yoga studio the other day, the last question I was asked was what animal I would be (my response: a big white dog with a crown). I always feel listened to and reaffirmed in my creative projects after a job interview, and never get the job.

Sometimes its obvious that other people are more qualified than I, other times it’s not, but either way it’s becoming more clear to me that I don’t want a menial job in a dirt-bag factory (production sewing for “Awesome Harvest”) or as a Barista in a cafe I don’t frequent. I just want to be able to pay bills and buy groceries occasionally, save up for a camera, and buy art supplies.

On the way to a meeting for a gig involving a book and a photographer from New York, Googs told me to drive up the mountain and turn onto a narrow service road (which was closed and had about 3 feet of snow). I parked and went sledding on a piece of cardboard I found.

Retrogade by James Blake was playing when I arrived at the correct location. The photographer was on the phone and offered me a glass of wine. It was smooth and red and had a minimal gray label that said “2011.” Later I found out the photographer had been a sommelier, he said some things about the origins of the grapes and what kind of weather had affected them.

Jet Blue had lost the photographer’s expensive equipment and he was left with one lens, an SLR, and a point and shoot. He took some photos for reference as the sun went down and we talked about art. He had just shot a video for James Blake and mentioned this friend of his he thought I should meet, who did transcendental meditation and made weird movies. I did a David Lynch impression and he said “Yeah, that’s the guy.”

We talked about everything from what makes a good DJ to experiences losing loved ones and our evolving perceptions on death. It was my best therapy-interview yet, only this time I got the gig. We ended up talking until late, opening a second bottle of  wine, and calling James Blake up so I could ask him out (he didn’t pick up).

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