So, I didn't get into grad school. Found out yesterday.
So let's recap:
I'm nearly forty.
I'm working at a job where my bosses tell me I'm doing a good job, but then blithely shrug their shoulders when I point out that people with less experience at smaller companies make more than I do.
Last year I began interviewing for any jobs that opened up in my current field (a very limited number) and didn't get any of them.
Jobs in theatre pay about half what I make now.
I didn't get into grad school.
I am profoundly unhappy with just about every aspect of my life.
Yep, the future's so bright, I've gotta wear shades.