Oh, I just quit my job.
Before anyone gets crazy, let me explain. I loved being a cocktail waitress. I loved making good tips and working a fun environment. But I didn't love never being home on nights and weekends. And I didn't love that I never got to see my friends and family. And I really didn't love that I couldn't audition for shows because, as you know, shows generally happen during nights and weekends. And if I'm not dancing and choreographing and being in musicals, what is really the point? So, I'll be making less money, but I am one hundred percent confident that my general life quality will improve.
I start my brand spanking new job at Starbucks downtown (which also means I'll be saving a bundle on gas not having to drive myself up into the mountains everyday). It's going to be more of a 9-5, Monday through Friday kind of thing, which I'm exceptionally pumped about. And in just this first weekend I've had off, I've managed to see about a billion different friends that probably thought I had dropped off the face of the earth, cooked some delicious home-made dinners, and spent a whole day with my family. There is a little tiny part of me that is stressed out about my finances now that my income will be significantly less, but the rest of me is just so relieved that I'll be able to do what I love to do and spend time with the people I love, that I think it's going to be worth it.
|We put a chandelier in the entryway. Our apartment is getting fancier and fancier.|
Other things have happened since I last updated, but I can't remember them all. So let's just do a brief overview.
1. I finished my summer at Stage Struck. There were days when those kids melted my heart with cuteness and other days that I wanted to punch some of them in the face. But in the end, when they were wearing their lion manes made out of yarn, lisping their way through the billionth chorus of "We're off to See the Wizard" for a room packed full of proud parents and grandparents, I couldn't help but fight back a few tears. They worked so hard. And they were so cute. And only one of them wet his pants.
2. Ricky is totally fine. Don't even worry about it.
3. My Value Village pictures went up in-store, since Halloween is just around the corner, and I have to say - it's pretty legit. I've been trying to play it cool, like, oh yeah there are posters of myself on the windows of that store over there but, you know, no big deal. Except for THERE ARE LIFE SIZE POSTERS OF MYSELF ON THE WINDOWS OF THAT STORE AND UNLESS YOU ARE A MODEL OR CELEBRITY, HOW OFTEN DOES THAT HAPPEN IN YOUR LIFE? Let me tell you, not often.
Annnnnnd, that's about it. I promise, promise, promise that I'm for real going to post more frequently. For real. I really am. (Not that anyone really cares. How many people are still reading this blog anyways?)
But I am.