My long-time girlfriend and partner in life recently took a new position that is pretty much her dream job. I couldn't be happier for her, and she deserves it, especially after all of the digging she did to find it. Finally she will be able to break free from her current routine of setting up global contracts for companies already in turmoil, while those in her office become increasingly stressed and irritable. I could see this routine taking its toll on her attitude and her health, and it was very disconcerting. Even scarier, though, was the realization that there are thousands of people in the Bay Area who tirelessly devote 10-plus hours a day to a firm that could give them the axe next week and not think twice about it, and they have little to show for it other than a living wage and stomach ulcers.
And where is this dream job, you may ask? It's high in the hills of Saint Helena, CA. 2 hours north of Santa Clara.
Looks like we're moving!
...and it couldn't come at a better time. I am working for myself, so I have no real anchors that require me to stick around, other than the feature film I'm shooting, which will last for the next couple months.
After the film is done, it's bye-bye south bay (except visits to mom and dad, and Sean and Colin, and all of my friends...), and hello Napa and awe-inspiring surroundings, great wine, and a slightly more advantageous location (only about an hour from San Francisco and Sacramento). This might require me to take more wedding gigs and change my self-promotion strategy, but I think it will be a good change...
Of course, there are boxes to be packed, addresses to change, people to call, arrangements to make...
damn, I need a personal assistant. Any takers?