Ladies and gentlemen, I have made a mistake and it’s a big one. A mistake in my career, one of many I’m sure, has manifested in the form of being stuck in a town of 1300 Trump supporters. That’s not why I have some regret living next to my last lunch, no. The regret comes from my trajectory, my aim, dating back to my first few days in college when I fell in love with A/V work. Editing, sound design, mixing, photography, shooting, it doesn”t matter, as long as it’s in this production field of awesomeness. The unfortunate decision I’ve made is difficult to put into words. The grandeur of it all I guess is what I imagined my job to be. My actual job right now however, is far from that. You see, the regret I have is like an ultimate result of the goal I had in college.
I wanted to make videos, and be on the set of various productions and work with a crew of awesome film people, forever. Eating catered food and sleeping in stranger’s basements. But the job I got, in the real world is little more than an All-in-one PC and some scrappy old gear, to do a job that noone really knows or cares about.
I wanted to make videos, and be on the set of various productions and work with a crew of awesome film people, forever. Eating catered food and sleeping in stranger’s basements. But the job I got, in the real world is little more than an All-in-one PC and some scrappy old gear, to do a job that noone really knows or cares about. The result of the Media Studies program I so enjoyed and used as the foundation of my own knowledge base and my life is to sit at a desk.
I tried the office thing, it’s true. I volunteered at the office across the street from the YMCA. I lasted three days. Back then I had a lot more sort of blank space to fill on what the world is. ” What is it like working in an office?” I asked myself, ” Horrible” I replied. ” Ok, let’s train for four years and then see what it’s like. Because then I’ll have the skill set to spend eternity there.” But I digress.
I like it for the economics, I guess. Free food, and shelter just like i’d hoped. It’s also a temporary gig. I don’t have to be here forever. I also shattered my last record of working three whole days in an office. At least the scenery is nice, and I feel like I can slow down a bit and look at things in the present. My photography has picked up significantly here. Every driver that goes by on the rural dirt roads out here waves at me. They aren’t all Trump supporters after all. I’ve taken a lot of photos and it’s only been about 17 days. seven more weeks to go.. 
Skills Give Life To Dreams 