I consider myself an unlucky person. This is not a surprise – I have people often chastise me for how vehemently I assert my unluckiness. It’s a pretty broad spectrum too, my areas of unluck. In disc golf, it’s notceable as I seem to hit the most trees and get the least favorable rolls (this has been backed by a few people). It’s evident in my creative work (both the awards for ‘best new play’ that I wrote didn’t go to me, they went to the producer). In fact, it’s evident less specifically in my professional life (my first NYC-produced play saw my director quit the week before the show and the cast being pulled from other, better-rehearsed shows to fill in gaps) It appears in my ability to decide when to get a warranty. (Every single time I have opted NOT to get a warrantee for something, it has broken down. And those that I have gotten warranties have broken down just after the warranty expired, and any long-term warranties I’ve gotten, the products have worked perfectly throughout. Case in point: my laptop, containing all of my writing [some of which is not backed up] and tons of irreplaceable stuff, just broke down last night, not even turning on [I’m typing from my work computer] The 1-year warranty expired on 12/1.) And my luck in love? Let’s not even go there.
But it took me until today to realize that I think I’m so unlucky HERE because there are two areas in which I am very lucky. Almost unrealistically lucky. (And I’m ignoring here the ‘generic lucky’; that I am alive, that I am in relatively good health, have enough money to at least live, and have a great family and good friends) I mean, those are BIG things to overlook, I understand, but let’s just glaze by them for a minute. Aside from these, there are still two areas in which I am fortunate.
1) Apartments. It’s true, in my life, whenever I’ve needed an apartment, one has presented itself. When my dad told me he was moving out to NC and that Mitch and I either needed to find our own place or move with him, we found that Jeff J. was looking to move out, and we found a great (albeit expensive) place to rent in Wayne. Right as money became an issue there, a friend of mine needed a roommate and a cheap place to live, so we moved into a cheaper (but still nice and almost entirely safe) place in Montclair. Then, almost a year later, having run into roommate problems there, another great friend, Aaron, needed to move out for precisely the same reason I moved out in the first place. He and I together found a great place within weeks of looking for one. It was reasonably priced, in a fantastic neighborhood, and it allowed more stupidity than is safe. Finally, when he was set to move out (for marriage purposes), not ONE DAY had gone by when an amazing opportunity presented itself, and I now live there, a fantastic 2BR apartment (which I hope some day to actually take pictures of and post here.) So for some inexplicable reason, apartments come easily. (You’ll even notice that every reason that caused a need to move, the new apartment had an exact solution for that problem)
2) Jobs. Much in the same way of apartment-hunting, I’ve never once had to job hunt. After landing the job at Coda in 1996 just because two of my brothers worked there (I previously had had no full-time experience, though in high school I always had work every summer, which was admittedly convenient). After five years part-time there, I realized I was making nothing for money and needed to move on to some place that didn’t involve breathing noxious fumes and standing up for 8 hours a day. I got a call from a temp agency to work for Cambridge, where I ended up spending the next two and a half years. It was great, it was sedentary (good for an ailing back), and the pay was decent. I even began to run my own department after a while. But the management there really killed me, and I looked to get out. After three months off (voluntarily) I knew money was an issue, and no sooner had I begun looking for a job than my friend Kitt called me about a job opening in Montclair doing theatre electrics. Again, completely underqualified, I got the job, and within a year was one of the main guys here, and often times the master electrician of shows. Of course, this too became unreliable – the pay was great, but I was (am) rarely getting full hours.
So as I began to think that I might need another desk job, Raul (my old supervisor at Cambridge and also attorney) called me up an arranged for me to meet with the company he works for as an interim job. I met with them today, and was offered work on the spot. It guarantees me 40 hours a week for the next four months (what more can I ask for) at a comparable rate to what I’m making at the theatre. It also allows me to work nights at the theatre if I want extra money. Oh, and did I mention I’m predominantly working from home? Yup, I’ll be talking to attorneys while not wearing any pants. Oh, and they’re going to install the new land line in my apartment. Beyond those four months, I will likely have a full-time job working for Raul, who will have amassed enough work to warrant having me as an assistant. That will likely lead to stability yet flexibility, and hopefully benefits.
Oh, and the kicker? They’re fixing my completely broken computer as part of the package.
Am I lucky? Not wholly. Am I as unlucky as I like to profess? Not on your life.
Though if any girls would like to date me and solve my disluck with women, I suggest doing so by filling out this formal application. Thank you.