{"id":282,"date":"2004-10-01T13:45:00","date_gmt":"2004-10-01T11:45:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/custom-deluxe.com\/2004\/10\/the_good_news_a.html"},"modified":"2004-10-01T13:45:00","modified_gmt":"2004-10-01T11:45:00","slug":"the_good_news_a","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/custom-deluxe.com\/index.php\/2004\/10\/01\/the_good_news_a\/","title":{"rendered":"the good news and the bad news"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>There was a cryptic line in that last post (&#8220;&#8230;more than just my vacation at stake&#8230;&#8221;) &#8211; well, cryptic if you haven&#8217;t spoken to me lately, at any rate.  But I was trying to keep things under wraps so as not to jinx myself before I went.  Apparently that worked, because I can now make the following announcement:<\/p>\n<p><b>I got a job with the BBC.<\/b><\/p>\n<p>It all happened lighting-quick: got a call from an old acquaintance during the last week of August.  Was I interested in being considered for a position with the BBC?  Um, yes.  Yes I was.  A few weeks later, a phone interview was scheduled.  A few days after that, I got a call inviting me to London for a second interview.  I spent most of the following week in a semi-daze.  Partly, I just didn&#8217;t want to jinx myself by imagining all sorts of scenarios (largely revolving around me walking out onto a London street from <i>my flat<\/i>, getting on a train to White City to go to <i>my job<\/i> at the motherfucking <i>BBC<\/i>) &#8211; it just seemed like a fairy tale whenever I thought about it.  It&#8217;s a huge clich\u00e9, but when and where could I ever have another chance to work with this level of content &#8211; both quantity and quality &#8211; and this kind of reach?  It&#8217;s a real opportunity to make a difference for the public good, to use media to connect people with ideas.  That&#8217;s what I wanted to do when I started out in the theatre all those years ago.  I couldn&#8217;t even bring myself to imagine it as a reality.<\/p>\n<p>And now it is. <\/p>\n<p>Woohoooooooooo!<\/p>\n<p>So what are the details, I can hear you asking (talk louder, I can barely hear you over the crickets)?  I&#8217;ll probably start work the 6th of December, which means I&#8217;ll be out of here at the end of November.  I may or may not be back for Christmas and\/or New Year&#8217;s.  I&#8217;m planning trips to NYC\/Boston and Memphis to say goodbye to some people and see some others get married.  I&#8217;m doing a lot of celebrating, which could also be seen as training for my London lifestyle &#8211; I don&#8217;t know many people over there anymore, but all the people I know <i>drink<\/i>.<\/p>\n<p>[People who are inclined to be irritated\/sickened by sappy shit, you would do well to stop reading right about here.  I take no responsibility for nausea or seizure caused by the uncharacteristically high sugar content of the following paragraph(s).]<\/p>\n<p>So that&#8217;s the good news, and the bad news as well.  I&#8217;m so thrilled this is happening that it still doesn&#8217;t seem quite real to me, but it&#8217;s going to be hard to leave Chicago.  I&#8217;ve been here longer than I&#8217;ve ever been anywhere (10 years!), and my friends, at the risk of sounding all saccharine and kick-worthy, are truly some of the best people in the whole entire world.  Who else would call me at 8 a.m. London time (2 a.m. in Chicago) to tell me they were doing shots at the bar to wish me luck?  Who else would send texts every 6 hours or so, offering encouragement and support?  Who else would offer me such award-worthy UK-specific interviewing tips?  How can I leave the place where my life is chock full of these people?  I&#8217;ll have to figure it out as I go.  And bully y&#8217;all into coming to visit.  Tickets are cheap in January and February, you know&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Thanks so much to all you fabulous folk.  I owe you, big.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>There was a cryptic line in that last post (&#8220;&#8230;more than just my vacation at stake&#8230;&#8221;) &#8211; well, cryptic if&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-282","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorised"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/custom-deluxe.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/282","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/custom-deluxe.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/custom-deluxe.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/custom-deluxe.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/custom-deluxe.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=282"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/custom-deluxe.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/282\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/custom-deluxe.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=282"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/custom-deluxe.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=282"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/custom-deluxe.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=282"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}