You know what’s better than getting fired?
Getting laid off.
Really. It’s an amazing concept. Instead of just saying –
“Hey. Thanks for nothing. Get the hell out.”
“Hey. Thanks for nothing. Get the hell out. Oh – and take this lump sum of money with you.”
Yeah. Think about that for a second. They pay you to leave. They send you on your way with money in your pocket – don’t let the door hit you in the butt on the way out.
Really – it’s an amazing concept.
I have nothing but nice things to say about my old company. There are amazing people there. People I like. People I love. People I will miss.
And a couple I won’t.
But they took care of their employees. And they sent me down the road with a little something something for the effort.
For all my professional life till now – I’ve been freelance or owned my own company. This was my first “real” job at age 38 till now. It was like being the first white guy in China hundreds of years ago. Everything was new and different. I got to work amongst the natives and observe them in their natural habitat. And now I get to move on.
Amazingly – there has been a great show of support. From people offering help, advice, a grip truck to move with… I feel blessed to have such great friends.
From the day I took this job – I would smile every day that they asked me back. I couldn’t imagine making it in that environment. And now – self fulling prophecy – I didn’t. But I had a good run. I put together some great shows and spots and now its time to move on.
When I came out here – we had just lived through two years of hard work putting a film together. It was nice to have something that paid twice a month and paid well. They paid to move me here to SF. What better deal than that? Now – even though they won’t be paying me anymore – they have given me the money to move down to LA.
21 year ago next month – as a small baby – I married the woman of my dreams. We got married – and two weeks later, I started grad school for film. When it was done – a lot of my friends left immediately for LA and jumped into the business at different levels. I ended up getting work where we were. Lots of work. Really fun and good work.
The work was so good – I stayed a lot longer than I would have otherwise. It took 10 years before I remembered I wanted to make movies. So I finally left and went to make a movie. That opened so many doors. And then it crashed and burned – but those doors are still open and that movie is still trying to get made. In the midst of that, I got this job. Now that is over – and I am finally on my way to LA.
I talked to a friend yesterday who went to film school with me. I said – well, we’re finally on our way to LA. It only took 15 years. She said – what took you so long? I said – I’m slow.
My son said to me when I came home the other day:
So Dad. You got fired?
No, Son. I got laid off. It’s like getting paid to be fired. Its way better.
Ok. So I think you should just make that movie you’re always talking about. It beats working at fast food.
(He really said this. And if you’re working in fast food – take heart. So did I. It’s almost better training for the movie business than film school. You learn how to work with idiots, how to multi-task, how to interact with crazy people, and how to make food. Really there isn’t much more to it than that.)
So I think I’m gonna see what’s out there. I hear LA is a really nice place for old men with families that are slow writers.
You know that cheesy old Footprints poster from the 70’s? The one that shows the footprints in the sand – and the guy is talking with Jesus and there are two sets of footprints – and Jesus says that’s cause I walked along side you all the way in life’s journey. Then suddenly there is one set and the guy is like – Hey Jesus, where’d you go? And Jesus explains – well, that’s where I carried you.
In mine – there is also: Hey Jesus, what is that big deep hole in the sand. And Jesus is like – that where you dug a pit and hid out for a few years. And I’m like – and then why is there only one set of footprints for like a half mile – and then a big indent in the sand where it looks like a body was laid out like a snow angel? And Jesus is like: That where I had to kick you in the ass to actually do something and you flew through the air for half a mile before you fell on your face. Next time, maybe you can walk on your own. Here, let me help you get that sand outta your eyes.
So here we go.
I have 30 some days to find a house, pack this house and get out. The adventure has truly begun.
And what better way for me to avoid writing for a whole month than to say I got laid off and have to pack my family up like Abraham and head into the desert?
PERFECT! It’s like the excuses write themselves… 🙂