Who knew that when I auditioned for a job, I was sure I wasn’t going to get, in May 2010, that I’d visit 25% of world doing that job for almost two years? I surely didn’t. I didn’t know that after finishing my shift on the eight floor of the Marriott Marquis that afternoon that it would be one of my last.
I’ve said it, and I’d bet my actor friends would agree, “It’s the ones you don’t care about, that you book…” We’ve all gone on auditions for the sake of going, not the promise of a job. I was sure, sure, I wouldn’t book this gig, “Cruise ships don’t hire people like me.” I thought…
Flash forward almost two years.
What a ride! What…an education.
I know of what I’m capable, how far outside my comfort zone I can safely go and what I’m willing to risk for adventure and satisfaction. I’m a different person now. Not on the outside – with the exception of the 20 extra pounds – on the inside. No, I didn’t experience some epiphany-like moment of great clarity, Jew and Gentile Readers, it’s the little things….The little things that people don’t notice. The things only you, yourself, can see.
I set out to write a post about “all the mixed emotions which endings bring about,” but realized, I can’t get all sappy, it’s not who I am. Sure, I’ll be sad saying goodbye to all my friends, blah blah blah…I’ll miss this and that and that, and don’t forget that.
Boring! Let me just say this very plainly, so there isn’t any confusion, “Even the bad times were better than sitting on my ass in Weehawken. I had a freaking amazing time and I’d do it all again.”
I’ve been blessed with not one, but two jobs, which’ve taken me to far off lands and distant places, when does the next one start? My bags are packed.
