Based entirely on the half-decade of experience after the MFA, I still have this rock-solid, utterly naive hope that if I can get to the open union casting calls in NYC, the opportune event will happen. The lure of the union hiring hall. Hope springs eternal.
Actually made a point of doing just that during some of the interesting times in recent years.
After the conservatory masters, the theatre where I trained actually offered me a job in the back office -- which was a bit like taking someone who had been training for D-Day for three years and asking them if they'd like to head to New Jersey instead. I took it seriously and thought about it. But in the end, after some discreet inquiries, I could tell that it was thought to be employment in the machine, not a path to work in the art.
And to the city I went.