The cold has scared the jobs away. "Things are slow", says my close PA friend, " January and February are always like this". A few interviews here in there keep me on my toes and show me that since I've been here the word "New York" appears more and more on my resume. It makes me have a little bit more confidence at the time of interviewing and speaking about my experience in NY. My last interview was for a staple NYC tv series. It went really well. I went in with confidence, speaking clearly and ready to kick ass. Even though I didn't get the position that was up for grabs, they where apparently really impressed with the things that I had to say. They mentioned that since the 1st time they worked with me, I worked with that AD team on my first job in NY, I had more confidence and more knowledge than before. Silver lining = they want me to additional when needed, if Im available. A job is a job! And on that note.....
Ever met those people asking you about services in the streets of NY? You know, they ask if you've ever used "X service" and ask your opinion about it? Well, for 2 very long and cold days I was working for a commercial for the something around those lines. Tackling little quaint cafes in Williamsburg, money driven peeps of Wall Street, busy kids at NYU, the beautiful parents of Greenwich Village and of course the busy folks on Midtown...Grand Central Station anyone?
My job: wrangle people to talk to us about NYC 311. Insane! I have never in my life spoken to that many random people in 2 days. In the mist of it all, it was interesting but between the cold and a little dehydration I would get these little anxiety attacks. You know, the ones that make you feel like crap for about 10 minutes...well those. I came to think that I was afraid of crowds, but it was kind of weird. ANYWAYS, I got through it. When I went to sleep after the first night of the shoot this is what I dreamt about: Elias, Jane, Peter, Allen, Mark, Idalia, Maria, Stephanie, Luis, Janet, Johan, Luca, John, Tony. Yes! These were some of the names of the people we interviewed. I woke up at 1:30 am overwhelmed. Today, I had another anxiety attack just thinking of going into the masses again.
Breath in, breath out.
After speaking to my roommate almost in tears, I realized a valid point. I can't take things to serious. I take jobs and invest myself in them to much, no matter how silly or simple they might be. Im weird. Im not saving the world or anything.
So yeah, life is all about breathing....if I stop, I might die.
End of thought.