So you may recall more than one previous post recounting my many troubles getting scheduling all sorted out between my job and rehearsals for the dance company I'm in. Turns out I foolishly wrote things down wrong and now I have this Friday off in order to attend a rehearsal that I was never supposed to be at in the first place and I am scheduled to work this Sunday when I actually really need to be at a very important rehearsal. SO. Despite the many weeks of calls to work and fighting with online scheduling forms, and tears and the many exasperated looks and sighs of frustration from various managers, I have still been deemed an irresponsible loser. Which, yes, is my fault, BUT IT WAS NOT FOR LACK OF TRYING.
Also. You know when you're supposed to do a dance in which you roll around on your stomach on a scooter, which you think you would be really great at, but it turns out stomach scootering is really not your forte? And because it is not your forte, you are so concerned with trying not to fall off said scooter that you never grasp the timing of the choreography? Because of the trying really hard to fall off? And you feel like an absolute failure of a dancer because you can't remember incredibly simple choreography but then you realize that it's not so much dancing as it is gliding into a face plant while wearing a unitard? But that still doesn't really make you feel better because there is someone in the room who actually really rocks at stomach scootering and that makes you feel all the more embarrassed?
Yeah. I know you've all been there.
|Hiding in shame.|
Suffice to say, last night was a complete crash and burn.
(However, it is a slight comfort to know that my very serious life problems right now concern my ineptness at stomach-scootering while wearing a unitard and cookie baking.
It's all about perspective.)