on the path…thoughts on a gig
I’ve been thinking, as I hold at arms length the main task I have for today,
One aspect of navigating my own path I have been resisting to visit here and talk about is my own search for a new gig. It’s definitely part of the path though. Maybe, just now, I’m getting the vibe I can meet it with the kindness and compassion it deserves. And write about it more observantly instead of from the perspective of,
“life happening TO me”
That intricate balance is slippery to be sure but I’m becoming more willing to let you in on it a bit.
The search for another gig is interesting. Writing a resume, bragging about oneself is something that I resist. Sending cover letters seem to be an excercise of the most unauthentic sort. I guess its to discover the difference between people who are suited for the atmosphere of the gig and separate them from everyone else.
More separateness.
When I worked at Mars Music I came across many resumes that may have actually been suited for the gig. However, due to one phrase or the wrong ‘buzzword’, it would keep them out of the running. And that was to sell drum equipment at a music store!
I forget how to put myself in the hiring persons shoes. It’s strange. Lots of edges here. lots of resistance.
Upon reflection this is probably better suited for a journal entry than a post. But some have encouraged me to post something daily. The innerworkings of my mind put me in a very vulnerable position, because then you know my attachments, the thought process. Alas my own humanness, mired in it. A bewildering series of neuuron connection, peptide release, and how I choose to filter thought. Wow, theres some fear in there for sure. I guess this is all part of that larger picture I spoke of earlier. That search for common thread. The difference is instead of shining the light on an experience here in echo park. I shine the light on myself, see what’s in there, what to learn from it.
So on tap for today:
I plan to send out resumes for 3 hours. Then go for a walk. Then grab a taco. (probably walk to retrieve a taco)
Then go meet George Noory, the host of Coast to Coast, at the Barnes & Noble in Pasadena. Some of you know about my fascination with this program. It’s a free radio show that lasts 6 hours nightly starting at 10 pm. I bought a special radio at target for the ‘red tag’ price of $9.97 just for this.
Have a good one everyone
Thanks for checking in.
Stephen A. Thomas
October 12th, 2006 at 2:59 pm
What are you going to talk to Noory about? Maybe a gig will come out of that encounter. Stranger things have been known to happen.
October 12th, 2006 at 3:14 pm
He’s doing a book signing. His candor is amazing, very patient.
I like it when the truckers call in. They have some of the best and strangest stories.
Steve
October 12th, 2006 at 3:16 pm
I’m hoping he’s going to read from his new book “worker in the light”
Because he talks about it all the time but I’m still figuring out what its about.
Steve
October 12th, 2006 at 5:47 pm
The Noory signing has “next post” written all over it.
Maybe throw in a review of the taco as well. There hasn’t been a mexican food review since you were trekking across the desert.
October 12th, 2006 at 6:02 pm
I was completely sidetracked by the Noory info. Regarding the entire point of the post, good luck with the job search.
There’s a force in the universe that makes things happen. And all you have to do is get in touch with it, stop thinking, let things happen, and be the ball. - Ty Webb, “Caddyshack.”
These posts often remind me of great quotes from movies or songs. Let me know if you find this annoying.
October 12th, 2006 at 8:05 pm
I like it! It sounds just like a new age guru! in comedy movie.
that’s enlightening. Maybe I should be watching more chevy chase.
Although you have to hip me to who said the other one in the last 2
posts ago, the one about Madness?
Steve
October 13th, 2006 at 5:33 pm
The quote regarding your quarterly report on L. A.:
“I see your hair is burnin’
Hills are filled with fire
If they say I never loved you
You know they are a liar
Drivin’ down your freeways
Midnite alleys roam
Cops in cars, the topless bars
Never saw a woman…
So alone, so alone
So alone, so alone
Motel Money Murder Madness
Let’s change the mood from glad to sadness.”
- Jim Morrison, L. A. Woman
October 13th, 2006 at 6:13 pm
ahhhh
Yes.
The Doors. Good stuff. L.A. Woman i s a great driving around record.
Obvioulsy it’s difficult for me to sing along to since you had to write
it out for me, but still a great tune.
Steve
October 13th, 2006 at 7:41 pm
Yeah, so cover letters (and the professional student equivalent, the ” personal statement”) are jive. Nothing about sincerity and all about how to play the game. Jot some obsequious dribble, be done with it, and get on the important business of telling us about the tacos.
Good luck!
b
October 14th, 2006 at 9:51 am
Ran out of time for the taco.
Maybe Monday.
Steve