Potential change of plans - this is a long one, sorry.
Ah, shit. This is teh suck and teh awesome all at once.
I got a voicemail from the head of Nokia Siemens corporate communications in North America (like, the HEAD head) this morning as I slept off another night of work. I'm calling her when I get off this morning.
She wants me to send her some writing samples and interview me for an internship on Friday.
If I get it, it means six to eight weeks (or more) in either Redmond or Mountain View, CA. I'm half excited, half petrified. Six weeks is nothing and I could just come back to my job if they didn't want to keep me full-time.
But... a permanent position would mean giving up my life in Bellingham to live in Redmond or the Bay Area. Worst case scenario, I end up working there full time, getting paid moderate shitloads of money and having my soul crushed by corporate America, which not three months ago I swore I'd never let happen. But then my student loans hit, and I realized that an overnight hotel front desk job isn't going to cut it for the rest of my life, and I have a useful degree and a moderate amount of talent at communication that are both going to waste.
Like I said. An internship is temporary, would be a really nice cash injection, and Naomi is willing to cover my weekday shifts until I get back. But a full-time position with corporate comm would mean...
TEH SUCK:
- I'd have to completely quit Meat-Bird, which has come incredibly far in a really short time. We all get along really well and no one hates anyone else. We write almost a song a week and none of it is filler material. We're almost ready to record a full album and we've only been playing together since November. Plus I love those guys like brothers.
- I'd have to sublet my apartment and sell off a bunch of my shit, probably including some guitars.
- I'd have to find a new apartment somewhere south, and somewhere probably much more expensive.
- I'd have to be willing to make a (potentially VERY) long-distance relationship work, and that's the part that's fucking killing me. I am very much in love, and it's not like I haven't pulled off distance before, but most of the time I just wanted to kill myself. Maybe now that I'm old it'll work better.
TEH AWESOME:
- WAY more money than I'm making now, and WAY more use of my very expensive degree.
- The opportunity to work at a merger between two multinational companies that's still in its infant stages. Getting in on the ground floor will pave the way for more career opportunities later.
- If I live in the Bay Area it's more likely that I'll hook up with an established band pretty quickly, and I'll be living close to the birthplace of thrash. Which is brutal.
- I might get to fly all over the place and maybe get to see Finland at some point. Which is where Bodom, Norther and Ensiferum are from. Which is brutal. And cold.
There's no question that I'll take the job if they offer it to me. I refuse to get stuck in a rut up here and end up 40 years old, still working my front desk job when I've got a perfectly good journalism degree.
But hear me now: I'm never giving up on music, and I'm never cutting my hair off, goddammit.
I got a voicemail from the head of Nokia Siemens corporate communications in North America (like, the HEAD head) this morning as I slept off another night of work. I'm calling her when I get off this morning.
She wants me to send her some writing samples and interview me for an internship on Friday.
If I get it, it means six to eight weeks (or more) in either Redmond or Mountain View, CA. I'm half excited, half petrified. Six weeks is nothing and I could just come back to my job if they didn't want to keep me full-time.
But... a permanent position would mean giving up my life in Bellingham to live in Redmond or the Bay Area. Worst case scenario, I end up working there full time, getting paid moderate shitloads of money and having my soul crushed by corporate America, which not three months ago I swore I'd never let happen. But then my student loans hit, and I realized that an overnight hotel front desk job isn't going to cut it for the rest of my life, and I have a useful degree and a moderate amount of talent at communication that are both going to waste.
Like I said. An internship is temporary, would be a really nice cash injection, and Naomi is willing to cover my weekday shifts until I get back. But a full-time position with corporate comm would mean...
TEH SUCK:
- I'd have to completely quit Meat-Bird, which has come incredibly far in a really short time. We all get along really well and no one hates anyone else. We write almost a song a week and none of it is filler material. We're almost ready to record a full album and we've only been playing together since November. Plus I love those guys like brothers.
- I'd have to sublet my apartment and sell off a bunch of my shit, probably including some guitars.
- I'd have to find a new apartment somewhere south, and somewhere probably much more expensive.
- I'd have to be willing to make a (potentially VERY) long-distance relationship work, and that's the part that's fucking killing me. I am very much in love, and it's not like I haven't pulled off distance before, but most of the time I just wanted to kill myself. Maybe now that I'm old it'll work better.
TEH AWESOME:
- WAY more money than I'm making now, and WAY more use of my very expensive degree.
- The opportunity to work at a merger between two multinational companies that's still in its infant stages. Getting in on the ground floor will pave the way for more career opportunities later.
- If I live in the Bay Area it's more likely that I'll hook up with an established band pretty quickly, and I'll be living close to the birthplace of thrash. Which is brutal.
- I might get to fly all over the place and maybe get to see Finland at some point. Which is where Bodom, Norther and Ensiferum are from. Which is brutal. And cold.
There's no question that I'll take the job if they offer it to me. I refuse to get stuck in a rut up here and end up 40 years old, still working my front desk job when I've got a perfectly good journalism degree.
But hear me now: I'm never giving up on music, and I'm never cutting my hair off, goddammit.