I'm sitting in Starbucks with an iced grande double shot, skim, and vanilla, waiting for my shift to start. I thought call time was 3:00pm, but apparently it is 4:00pm so I'm killing some time before work. Last night at about 8:30pm, I was sitting in Starbucks on break at Pinkberry, wearing my PB uniform and hat, dreading going back, but that's past now. Thank the lord.
I'm sitting in Gramercy now, about to clock in at one of New York's new mega restaurants... I can't believe how well things are turning out this semester. It really is like things are becoming the way I've always wanted them to be... I'm independent, living in New York City, with a boy who loves me, with a job I love, working on the things I'm passionate about (well, at least after this semester). Needless to say that last night was my last shift at Pinkberry. No more working for $8.00/hr for 35 hours a week to make a disappointing (at best) paycheck! I can't wait to start making money at Pranna. I'm really hopeful that things will start falling into place financially, as well, because as it stands, my financial situation is in shambles. Literally, it's shit. Which is really frustrating when for the past two months you've been working your ASS of to make it better.
I don't think I went to dance once last week. No, you know what? I didn't. And I didn't really have an excuse, I just didn't go. There's an audition tomorrow for Dave Clemmon's casting for a new Off-broadway musical called Dear Edwina that I really want to go to, but because I've already missed class for Pranna training I don't think that I'm going to be able to. I'm going to think more about this later, because I really want to do it.
Life is good.
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