As of this moment, if you've been following along at home, you know that THAT "Great Job" helped get us home (back to Los Angeles, or Burbank, to be precise)... and eventually to my current "Great Job".
I don't know if you've read it hear, or if only my closest peeps have an inkling, but I. Love. My. Job. No, I do not currently work in the film industry. I'm not an actor or singer or dancer or Production Assistant or Script Supervisor or Costumer or Set Teacher or Any-of-the-on-set-roles-I-may-ever-have-been-or-could-be-in-the-future. At least, not for pay, in this moment. I am all of those things, as they have embedded themselves into my "being" but as of today, I'm a receptionist/admin at an Arthur Murray dance studio.
I. Love. My. Job. When it's Saturday, and I get to take a dancing meal break and attend the practice party in lieu of eating, I get to dance with any and every level of student. I get to interact with the brand-Newbies, as well as being taught moves that are new-to-me (or possibly just "forgotten") by the veterans. I'm off the clock, so no one's expecting me to teach them anything (not that anyone's expecting me to teach them anything!) - but the network of moral support is immense. Dance students want to improve their skills, and they want everyone else to improve as well, because Dance. Is. Fun.
Tomorrow, we're having a "Student-Teacher Bonus Day" where the students who have signed up will pay CASH for their lessons, and I'll divvy that cash up amongst the teachers and the bookkeeper and myself, so that we get paid a Holiday Bonus. We're none of us "on the clock" so I suspect it'll be a real party atmosphere. By the time I get off for Christmas Eve and Christmas, I will have "worked" eight consecutive days at the studio. But did I mention? I. Love. My. Job.
No, I don't guess this has been much of a story, has it? Oh, well. It's definitely a Blog Post, which I suppose is Good. Enough. Gotta get to bed soon so I can be at the studio earlier than normal tomorrow. G'nite!
|Stephen loves decorating for Christmas. I love letting him! ;)|
Yes, those are TARDIS lights up in the ceiling garland!