We’ve all had those moments. You know the ones I’m talking about. The moments when you’re so bored with your life that you decide the only thing for it is a big, big change. I was having such a moment a while ago. I felt like I was in a huge, suffocating rut. Luckily, I was given a tip by a friend that Lucasfilm was advertising a job position that was actually inside skills set.
At first, I shrugged off the idea. Yeah, right, like I’m going to move to San Francisco, I thought. But that quickly turned into, Yeah! I’m going to move to San Francisco! So, I sat myself down and navigated my way through the Lucasfilm recruitment website. The webpage had so many happy, smiley people pictured, how could I NOT want to work there?! I knew that my Australianness would hinder my application slightly but I didn’t let that deter me. I registered myself and off went my CV. I checked my email account two seconds later and found an email from the address jointheforce@lucasfilm.com confirming my registration and receipt of my CV. I got a little thrill from that!
From that moment on, I was determined to put as many good thoughts into the atmosphere as possible and hoped they made their way to California and the ear of George Lucas (because, naturally, he’d read my CV himself, realise how perfect I was for the job and call me personally to offer me the position).
A couple of weeks slowly crawled by. Every morning before I had even gotten out of bed, I’d grapple in the dark, find my iphone and check my email. But no news.
I told a few people about my application and they seemed really excited and happy for me. ‘You mean, as in George Lucas?’ they’d ask and I could see the wheels ticking in their brain. Well, if she moved to San Fran, I could visit and stay on her couch. Then, she’d introduce me to George and I could show him my script/ask him about that plot loophole/ see if he could introduce me to Harrison Ford…
A couple of weeks later, my rejection email arrived. I thought I would feel relieved – I didn’t have to pack up my Melbourne life, I didn’t have to have the awkward ‘I’m quitting’ conversation with my boss, I wasn’t leaving my family. But no, I was disappointed. I would have loved working for Lucasfilm and experiencing San Fran’s delights – living somewhere like the building described in Tales of the City, going to the Golden Gate Bridge and seeing if I could pick exactly where Kim Novak fell into the river, taking a photo of the Full House house.
The email did mention I should continue visiting their career centre just in case another job opportunity presented itself. Hmm, I might just do that…
George, you shall hear from me again…when the force is with me…oh, you know how it goes…
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