This section is a chronicle of jobs and positions I've held since I started working for actual W2 employers as a teenager. They're broken out between Technical, Performing Arts and Odd Jobs.
I tried being different versions of a writer, playwriting mostly, off and on, well into my 30's, while also lucking into actual fascinating and heady jobs behind the scenes in the performing arts - listed in the Performing Arts Section.
When I decided I needed to get serious about the writing or give it up, I quite my job adminstratively managing a ballet company, went back to school - got a MA in Playwrighting and had encouraging successes both locally and nationally. But I always had to have some part-time or on-call temp-work to pay rent and eat regularly. My infatuation with TV after a local televised production of one of my plays, led me into jobs in the technicaly dominated world of television production, first as a freelanceer, then as an early employee of a startup regional cable sports network. The skills I developed during that period in TV gave me an entry into the internet/technology field.
Up until the waning days of my time at Microsoft, the jobs featured in the Technical Section also included a big creative or creative adjacent element. Especialy the TV jobs. And once again, and finally, I was derailed in my journey as a playwright. I was getting paid well and some of the work was actually fun and rewarding. Like my last purely TV job in Grand Cayman - I got a long weekend in Havana & deep water scuba diving certification.
The playwriting and early freelance excursions into making teleplays and documentaries are listed in the Writing/Producing section. Information about the actual works themselves is listed in the Plays/Stories/Other section.
Some of my more quirky jobs are listed under Odd Jobs. They range from my teen dropout years to the present. These jobs are where I received a great deal of my education as a human being. I worked with, helped and enjoyed great times and experiences with the rainbow melting pot mash-up of American humanity from almost every walk of life to be found in the Seattle area from the 1950's on. The weirdest of these was probably my time as a packing clerk for a fur company which included regular forays to a waterfront warehouse to hack the tails off raw, stiff, inside out skinned wolves destined for the tanner.
Eventually these will all become stories of some kind at Rain City Revisions.
