I picked up and left town in a hurry. I never really explained myself, so here's a go at it.
Tired. I was so, tired. Not of San Diego, so much as everything that San Diego had to offer me, or had offered me over the past years.
I had run my course at La Jolla Playhouse. Half of my work experience was from there, so I'm not going to say it wasn't good for me. I was proud to work there for several years. But no one had any interest in getting me out of the box office. I was passed over for job after job, and the pay was so far below industry average that I grew more and more frustrated as my work load became greater and greater. It ended up being more fiscally responsible to move WITHOUT a job, than to stay at LJP.
You know what, I've been planning on writing this for weeks, and I had all sorts of grandiose and clever things to say, about LJP, about my family, and about money. None of that is really relevant. I moved because it was time. When I decide something, I make it happen as soon as possible. I moved because of family. I moved because of money. I moved because I didn't like my job.
It's been 6 weeks. It's a lot better here.
