I’m in tech for a show right now, so I haven’t had time to do any decluttering or simplifying projects this week. But I am still very much thinking about my lagom, and the top lagom focus on my mind right now is around money.
As I’ve already mentioned, I’ve been feeling pretty stressed about money. Previously in my career, I’ve worked in the corporate world (as a customer service rep, HR Manager, Executive Assistant, and as a writer of an online shopping blog) and in the nonprofit world (running an educational theatre program for a children’s theatre). While working all of those jobs, I still worked regularly as an actor, cramming my artistic endeavors into whatever available time was left. It often meant I would get up at 5:30 a.m., go to the gym, get ready for work, go to the office from either 8-5 (corporate) or 9-5 (non-profit), sometimes use my lunch hour to drive back downtown for an on-camera audition, drive in rush hour traffic to the theatre after work, rehearse till maybe 10 or 11 p.m., come home, eat dinner, halfheartedly do one household task like laundry or dishes, collapse into bed, and then wake up 4-5 hours later to start the whole cycle over again.
I was exhausted and miserable.
But I had steady money. Yes, I was typically spending too much on things like clothes and shoes and eating out, but I always knew more was coming in. The salary from my day job covered my bills, and whatever money I was making in my theatrical endeavors like plays or film or voice over was my “fun” money. And to my credit, I’m great at saving up for a big ticket item. At that point in my life, making financial “sacrifices” meant not wandering into Nordstrom and buying $300 worth of clothes and makeup on a given weekend, since I was saving up to buy a new car or computer. I was not worrying about where the mortgage payment was going to come from, or grocery shopping with a calculator to stay on budget like I do now.
I’ve been wondering a lot lately if I should get a day job again, even if just for a short while, to help pay down our debt and rebuild my savings. I’m wary of doing that, because even though I know I used to find a way to balance a day job with my life as an actor, it kind of blows my mind that I didn’t go crazy in the process. And I’m pretty sure that I lost out on many artistic jobs because I showed up at the audition frazzled, stressed, and generally angry at everyone and everything. I was pissed at having a day job that kept me from doing what I wanted to do artistically, and almost equally pissed at the artistic opportunity because even if I got it, I would have to use some of my vacation hours to get paid time off work to do the job. I always felt like I needed to apologize to my day job for taking time away from the office to pursue acting, even though it was the only thing I wanted to be doing.
Recently though, I came across this picture:
You’ll have to forgive the quality of it. I don’t have a scanner so I had to take a photo of it to be able to post it, and it’s a hard copy that got a little wrinkled. This was taken of me in my office one morning at my corporate job, probably about twelve or thirteen years ago. Pretty much everything about this photo depresses me. Why? You’ll notice I’ve added some arrows and numbers – let me give you a deeper dive into what this photo brings up for me:
- That is a blank white wall. That was the view I had to look at for the most part, outside of my computer screen, or my phone. There was an interior window to my office so I could see people walking by in the hall, but for most part I just looked out at the view of a moss green cubicle wall.
- I’m eating a banana at my desk, because I didn’t get up in time to have breakfast. I was in a TERRIBLE oversleeping habit at that point, mostly because I hated going to work. Literally every Monday-Friday of my life at that point started with me opening my eyes, jolting in shock that I was supposed to be at work in a half hour (and it took at least that long to drive to my office from where I lived). I cannot tell you how many times I showed up at work breathless and with sheet marks still creased into my face.
- Nice hair, eh? Clearly I did not have time in my schedule to visit the hairdresser and get my roots done, despite the fact I could afford it. Also, it looks like I barely brushed it. And I probably didn’t. Because I was late for work, Again.
- I remember being one of the “lucky ones” because I had an office with a window. It looked out on the parking lots and other identical brick office buildings in the business park. Whee.
- Note the beige jacket and matching skirt. I match my office wall. I know for a fact I was wearing this with a black turtleneck, white hose, and black pumps. Because that is what I always wore with that suit. When you are habitually late, you don’t have time to put an outfit together. Kind of sad, since I was spending a small fortune on clothes at that point.
- There are two purses on the floor in the corner of my office. One is my actual purse with wallet, keys, etc., that was appropriate to carry if I went anywhere work related. The other is a satchel crammed with scripts, rehearsal clothes, snacks to scarf down in the car on the way to rehearsal, my overflowing day planner, mail I needed to deal with, and other things related to my non-work life. I would stagger out to my car every morning loaded down with both these bags and a gym bag full of workout stuff. And even with carrying three bags full of crap, I forgot something nearly every day.
- That pile of files is from an overflowing inbox I could never seem to empty. Mostly because I didn’t like doing any of the tasks that would have effectively emptied it. I would sit down every day and feel defeated by the sight of it.
- That ugly heart mug was typically refilled with coffee up to five times before noon. I would stare at the pile of things I didn’t want to do, and decide I needed a cup of coffee first. I had a permanent eye twitch from the massive amounts of caffeine I consumed, and constant digestive issues. Sexy.
- The yellow pad is my to-do list. Full of things I didn’t want to do. Staring at me all day and making me feel bad. It seemed like I was constantly transferring unfinished items from the previous day to the current day, and feeling awful for not getting them done, but not being able to find the energy and focus to do them.
- That tangle of paperwork all over the surface of my desk was a constant in my office. Like my inbox, it overwhelmed me just to look at it. I was afraid to throw any of it out, in case someone asked for it later – especially since most of it belonged to my boss, who was the CEO. It wasn’t even MY clutter I was hoarding, it was someone else’s clutter. Sometimes I would create a massive pile of files and attempt to shove them into my already crammed file drawers, where they were never seen again. I constantly had paper cuts on my cuticles from trying to shove files into my file drawers.
- Look, some nice person gave me some roses. I don’t remember who. But it is the one thing in the photo that does not depress me. I may have hated my job, but I was blessed with good friends – who spent hours listening to me bitch about how unhappy I was in my job, and then had to watch me do nothing about it. God love them for being so forgiving.
Strangely though, I also find this photo inspirational. Why? Because it reminds me of the distance between where I was and where I am. Yes, I am struggling for money. Yes, my career feeds me a steady diet of rejection. Yes my savings account and retirement fund are not what they were when I wasn’t self employed. And yes, acting is in many ways one of the hardest jobs I’ve ever had since it changes so much and so arbitrarily. But even my worst day as an actor has been better than my best day sitting behind a desk for eight hours. Some people thrive happily in that environment, but I have come to understand I am not one of them. God knows I tried to be one – it is so much easier than trying to self design my own career. But if you hate doing something that much, nothing about it is easy, or worth it.
Today I worked – I arrived at the theatre at noon and we began tech for the show (for those non-theatre readers, tech is when the lighting/sound/costume/set designers come together to make the show amazing. It is typically a long and slow process, with a lot of sitting and waiting on the part of the actors while light/sound cues are set and the stage manager and backstage crew figure out the logistics of how to make the show run smoothly). The show I’m in takes place in a hotel room, so there is a bed on the set. When we weren’t working, my co-star and I kicked back on the bed, checked email on our phones, and chatted. I got paid for that. Not a lot, mind you, but still – I got paid. The day flew by, I laughed a lot. I’m proud of the work we’re doing in this show, and excited to perform it. The room was full of people I adore personally and respect professionally. I was happy, and it was a good day.
I think I’m going to put that picture of me in my corporate office up over my desk, to remind me that even when things get hard, I’m on the right track. I may not have the money piece figured out yet, but in terms of career happiness, I have found my lagom.
The photos below were taken of me at my job now – and they do not depress me.
JARED ESTRELLA
January 20, 2013 at 11:26 pm
Thanks for sharing that story. Now, I don’t want to stick a fork in my eye!
laurafayesmith
January 21, 2013 at 6:12 am
Glad you enjoyed it Jared! Are your currently balancing an acting career with a day job?
Shlee
January 21, 2013 at 1:16 am
Well, first of all…I love everything thing you wrote. Your life has changed so much. The pictures are very important that you post – because they explain so much. Stability. Stability. Had to write that twice because it is so difficult to achieve in our line of work. We have talked about this, you and I, yes we have. My future is completely up in the air, always. I have lived my entire career planning how I was going to get money. It is a constant stress. I have tried to create back up plans and then I book a job. And then another. And then another and then……..there is nothing. NOthing. Trying to save money is an issue because I have to live off of what I made – trying to book another job. It is that vicious cycle we are all familiar with. And when jobs don’t offer Health Insurance it gets even worse. You know how I have tried to get an 8 hour job. I can’t even get work with a temp agency. I have had actual fun managing my money. Budgeting, budgeting, budgeting. I make a game out of it. I love getting deals. I love making deals. Somehow it is all doable. Somehow it is.
laurafayesmith
January 21, 2013 at 6:12 am
Shlee, you have always been, and continue to be, an inspiration to me.
Lori
January 21, 2013 at 6:53 am
I love this post and admire you for taking the scary leap that you did in order to be happy. Since I went part-time at my day job I’m so much happier, and I look forward to filling my life with more creative work!
laurafayesmith
January 21, 2013 at 7:09 am
I am so excited for you as you push forward on this process, and so proud of you for going to part time – I know that was a tough decision!!
Stacey Stahl
January 21, 2013 at 7:49 am
+ Laura Faye, thank you for being so raw. So real. So honest. Enjoying your blog – don’t stop! Plus, I cleaned out my purse this weekend because of you. For me, but because of you. And that’s just rad.
laurafayesmith
January 21, 2013 at 8:41 am
Thanks Stacey – that makes me so happy to hear!!!!
Jennifer
January 22, 2013 at 3:26 am
What a great post!!
David Loftus
May 22, 2013 at 10:02 pm
I read this post shortly after you put it online, and again this afternoon after going through some of your later posts. This one made such an impression that I’m frankly surprised I didn’t comment on it the first time around. I spent many more years than you doing various day jobs in the public and private sector . . . but I have almost no photos of me to show for it, because I didn’t take that work as seriously as the other things I was up to, and had no interest in preserving the experience. In the nearly four years since I went free-lance (wordsmithing as well as acting and modeling) it’s been a challenge to make ends meet and maintain health insurance coverage . . . but it’s been a very long time since I’ve needed the latter at all — my health has been terrific, for obvious reasons.
Cheers on living a more authentic life, and how far you’ve come, Laura.