After not getting a job, the future

Personal, Theatre

I didn’t get a job last week. I’d reached the final stage interviews for the RYTDS, a prestigious training scheme for young directors. It was pretty gutting not to get it after coming so far, but at the same time it was very encouraging to have got that far. In the end, it seemed to come down not to abilities, skills or experience, but to my particular interests and orientations not fitting well enough with the scheme at this stage of my creative development. If that sounds too jargony (it does), it’s what I vlogged about a few weeks ago — that I’m at this crossroads between experimental and mainstream work. That my life seems to be at a point where it could head down one of two directions, and that once it’s gone that way it seems pretty hard to switch tracks. And that I’m not really sure which way I want to go.

I woke up last weekend, having completed classes for my MA, and realised that for the first time in my life I had no idea what I was going to be doing for the next year. IN MY LIFE. That’s ridiculous. But not, actually, that unusual. 13 years of school, a gap year, 4 years undergrad, 1 year postgrad. I’m utterly institutionalised, privileged, overtrained, and incapable of walking into Real Life without panicking. I know many of my peers who’ve spent their post-undergrad year working a crappy job somewhere, in horror at the hard work of the real world, and who’ve decided to run straight back to academia for a postgrad, to the welcoming arms of imposed targets and easy evaluation.

So no wonder that I’m looking for long-term institutional work, especially considering the staggering quantity of my debt. (Never again. People, do not get into debt. It is crippling. It limits your life so severely.) I’m looking for a quick fix of an overarching goal and a salary. I’m more and more scared of aimlessness, uncertainty, poverty. And yet, and yet. If I look into my heart (don’t scoff), then political, experimental theatre work is where I belong, and the fringe life, with politically-aware friends, in communal houses, in love, is where I want to be. Really. And I know that if I go too far down this institutional route, I’ll lose that, I’ll forget that, I’ll be stuck.

I wish it were easier to embrace uncertainty, stride into a future filled with potential, rather than planned dreariness. But it scares me. Everything about my societal milieu has formed me to be scared by it, if not revolted by it. I am trained to want certainty. If I’m to do this, and if people are to be empowered to discover themselves and their world on a wider scale, a political scale, then what becomes essential is the presence of support networks — friends, social centres, autonomous advice bureaus, zines, art. In the end, I guess the strength of that will determine where I’ll be.

2 thoughts on “After not getting a job, the future

  1. nice post. thanks for sharing.

    3 months after Uni I left my country and came over here not knowing a single soul…

    I had to start everything from scratch. not knowing well the language, the culture, not being part of this society and so on.

    so I know the feeling you are experiencing

    whatever it’ll be you will find you want to do
    don’t be scared, embrace the risk and jump.

    then ride the wave.

    there is nothing really wrong that can happen to you whatever is the path you choose

    and for sure you will grow stronger after that.

    all the best, in any case
    Chiara

  2. I still recommend doing clinical trials as a moderately quick-fix way out of debt (one every three month would clear your current debt in less than a year and a half). It isn’t, however, the route to go if you’re employed or looking to be employed in a job which requires your physical presence.

    Good luck Harry!

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