Saturday, December 20, 2014

Have I a story to tell today? Let's find out.

Back in April, I accepted an "assignment" and told the story of my last (at that time) "Great Job" (and how it neglected to be a "career" but had done me a few solids.

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!

7 comments:

  1. I want Tardis lights. I love my job, too. I love hearing about how much you love your job. It makes me smile inside and out that you are finally, finally, finally so very happy and that you Love.Your.Job.

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    1. TARDIS lights from Hot Topic. Not cheap, per se, but as long as we pack them up well, they ought to last several seasons.

      Glad you Love. Your. Job. too! Hopefully your moving stresses and nausea have abated, so you can enjoy the holidays?

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  2. sounds like a whole heck of a lotta fun. and i love your job toooo..merry christmas!!

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    1. I think it's cool that you love my job, too, Ruth! Merry Christmas, right back atcha!

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  3. YAY!!!! Happy DANCE! Glad you love your job so much. This is awesome and it looks like they love you too! Happy Happy!

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    1. Marylee! Welcome to my comments section! Life is pretty dang good, ain't it? Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy¡

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  4. And this comment is addressed to any of my readers who may have cringed at some of my grammar in this post, and didn't know whether to comment or not, correcting me.

    TONIGHT is the first time I actually READ the post (since I've been blogging, it's the first time I didn't proof it before hitting "publish"), and I'm cringing about my errors, but if I fix them, it'll change the "publish" date in the grand scheme, and I don't feel like doing that. So I'll leave 'em be, much as it kills me to do so, and know that there are probably a few of you out there who are cringing, too.

    Next time I just publish without proofing (like there'll ever be a "next time"), PLEASE feel free to correct me!

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