I have a day job. That’s it: it’s over.
The dream of being a comedian squashed by the base compulsions of Maslow’s bottom rungs. Now, with all my energy being spent on trying to buy it for a dollar and sell it for two, I don’t have the time to do stand-up, let alone write.
Yeah right! In the words of Puff Daddy,
“Can’t stop, won’t stop, eh eh, eh eh…”
Now, it’s true, I do have a day job. The quest to monetize comedy is not an easy road, my friends, and it’s definitely not a quick one. I had to be realistic: in order to really focus on becoming a great comedian, I had to be comfortable taking risks over and over and over again, and that’s just not compatible with trying to make money in the short run.
In the beginning, I wasn’t even looking for a full-time job, but an opportunity crossed my desk (ugh, I’m even talking like a suit) that I just couldn’t pass up. Long story short, my goal is to make money as effectively and efficiently as possible so that I can spend more time on comedy, not less.
Comedy is still my passion, make no doubt about it. It’s still the thing that my mind comes back to, no matter what I’m doing. But let’s face it: comedy’s at least a 5-10 year game plan. And with headliners in Canada only making like $150-250 a show, a guy’s gotta have his eyes wide open.
What’s really interesting is that what I’m doing for a job (headhunting/executive recruiting) is so difficult that it’s causing me to reevaluate the fundamental assumptions I have about myself. I’ve started going through the seminal personal development program, Beyond Positive Thinking by Dr. Robert Anthony, and it’s already changing the way I’m approaching my life. One of the great things is that I’m learning what hard work is again. To think, I thought I was pushing myself by writing for an hour and a half every day. Ha!
So, as bad as the cover of the book might be, things couldn’t be better. With my voice recorder handy, I’m writing all the time. And while it’s hard to get on stage when you come into the office at 7:30am and leave at 8:30pm, I’ll figure it out.
In a lot of ways, this is more a Diary of a Stand-up Comedian than it ever was. I love comedy, but sometimes, love is a hurting thing. Never fear, homeslices! I ain’t going nowhere.
And besides, this is all just part of the game of life, and we would be wise not to take any of it too seriously.
PS – To the piano player on that track, whoever you are, wherever you are, thank you.