A few months ago, I quit another job. Some of my friends were confused why I would give up this stability, income, and seeming step towards adulthood. This disconnect is because some of my friends are white and do not understand the stress that working in a predominantly white place where no one listens to you (or the few other BIPOC who also mention the same concerns daily) brings. These were the same friends that had questions when I fled my first full-time job, with benefits, in Chicago as well or the part-time one in what was supposed to be my dream theatre…
Playwright/Dramaturg/Freelancer. Queen of the nerds. Lover of mediocre cheese and cheap drinks. Recovering coffee addict. Habitually tweets about TV. (she/hers)