Career Angst

I’ve been a freelancer for over a year now, and at my current in-house job for almost five years, but change is in the air, my resumé is out in the world, and with the change comes the professional angst I face whenever the prospect of progress looms over my career options.

I’ve worn many hats over the last decade of my working life: writer, editor, graphic designer, video editor, web designer, web developer, web executive, video archivist, blogger, freelancer. The diversity of experience opens the field up a bit for me, but forks in the road mean career confusion. “Web designer and developer” is my current niche, with a focus on usability, standards, and designing for content management systems, but web designers of middling skill are a dime a dozen, so competition can be stiff, especially with precocious web-savvy kids pricing well below your margins, as it’s been ever since the web was invented.

It’s caused me to wonder whether I should go back into the much more specialized field of video post-production — but then I remember the long, late nights and weekends, and the tedious playbacks to directors and agency creatives and clients. It was great keeping hours like that as a single 22 year old, but I’m not so sure if that would be best in my upcoming married early 30s. Plus, my experience with digital video editing at Omnipost is almost a decade old at this point, and mostly Media 100-based (not counting the passing acquaintance I had with Final Cut Pro at MICA).

As for my entrepreneurial venture, it certainly hasn’t been a disaster, but it hasn’t been a roaring success, either. Financially, 2006 was the Year of Treading Water, in which I learned and applied the basics of running a business in the District: doing my own taxes, keeping track of income and expenses, negotiating contracts with clients, managing overseas talent — and making just barely enough to break even after taxes. I know it takes time, money, perseverance, and luck to build a successful business, but savings are low and I’m getting married in three months, and what I need now is stability, structure, and a regular in-house paycheck. Still, I can’t help but feel a twinge of regret — and a nagging feeling of failure — at my inability to make my first trillion dollars in freelance web design, and I wonder if I couldn’t have tried to do a few things better.

What field to work in, then? As of now, my career strategy is still what it’s always been when I go job hunting — go with whoever hires me soonest, and as the song goes, “bloom where you’re planted.”

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Future atrium of the Old Patent Office Building, aka The Reynolds Center, with the new canopy mostly in place. Amy and I are wandering around the National Portrait Gallery.

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DC Kickball registration flyer on a light pole at 17th and Rhode Island Ave NW. The cartoon promises ‘romance, drama, intrigue!’ Intrigue is right, if what I’ve heard about DC kickball politics is true.

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At church, on the rear balcony with the choir to sing the Introit. Behind me, the stained glass windows facing out to 16th St NW.

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Underside of elevator, Waterfront Metro station on the Green Line. Many drunk people down here tonight.

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It seems someone on the Red Line is not particularly fond of the McDonald’s Big Breakfast Platter.

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Caturday!

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I’m sorry to say that this photo is from the very last day that Pandora is allowed on the bed. Following a rather large urinary behavioral mishap, her bed privileges have been revoked, and she is now banished to her catnip rug under the coffee table until further notice. Since that is out of view from the desk, this also means that she will no longer be on the webcam. Sorry, cat fans, but I can’t be laundering the same sheets three times a week, so until her litterbox habits have been retrained, the cat will have to be be less visible.

The Wrath of Crusher

I really, really love that TVSquad got Wil Wheaton to do their Star Trek: The Next Generation retro episode recaps. Wil, in case you didn’t know, portrayed the character of Wesley Crusher through the first few seasons of ST:TNG, filling the widely disliked role of “Token Boy Genius” aboard Captain Picard’s starship Enterprise-D. (This appears to have scarred Wil for life so badly that he started a blog.)

Getting him to write about Star Trek means you get commentary with precious personal inside info on the production, with TEH LULZIEST geeky internet and computer references 2.0, and a wit matched only by DCeiver’s Pompatus of LOST, all spiced with lots of gratuitous innuendo and profanity. I like to think of it as Future Wesley Crusher finally using his Traveler powers to collect his due.

So here’s all of Wil Wheaton on TVSquad. (Speaking of which, I sure hope he can cameo in Trek XI. Maybe he can be young Captain April or something.)

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Looks like a pretty important newspaper you’re reading there, mister. You even saved a seat for Section B! At Friday night rush hour with delays on the Red Line and a crowd of people getting on! What newspaper is that, I wonder? Probably some big international finance spread, eh? Kudos to you, Mr. DC Big Shot!

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