I got another night of front-desk training done at the yoga center last night. It's going to be a suh-weet gig. A free class for every hour of work that I do. Considering that the Wednesday night shift is about 4 hours, that's 4 free classes per week!!!! I still have about 22 classes left on a 25-class series I got for X-mas, so I'm just going to be racking up the freebies. Since I'll never be able to take 4 yoga classes a week, I can use hours towards massage. Which totally fucking rocks. I've never had a massage before, so I'm extremely excited.
When ya think about it, a class costs $12. I'd probably have to be getting paid $15/hour to actually get the $12. So, it's kinda the equivalent of the yoga center paying you $15/hour. Which is incredibly generous. I'm really lucky to be able to work-trade there. I really want to do a good job.
Big pat on the back to myself for making it to Olga's basic vinyasa class at 7:00 am. I shocked myself on that one.
Other than that, I just have to keep on waitin' tables while I figure out what the hell to do for a like, 'real' job. As extremely cheesy as it is, it might not be a bad idea to try to get into the real estate thing. I mean, if I did it for a few years and was successful, I could arrange my work-schedule such that I could eventually do the teacher-training through the yoga center. But I have a long way to go. Basically I'd just like to get a job with some benefits where I take home more money than I'm making now.
I realize that I'm pretty much just talking to myself here.
Promised the boy I'd cook for him tonight. I hope he has reconciled himself to the fact that he's in for vegetarian food. Poor thing. He loves me, but his passion for barbecue and philly cheesesteaks make it so hard for him. But he never makes fun of my new eating habits, nor does he criticize.
Agenda for the day:
-plan a meal for tonight
-clean my ex-boyfriend's house for $$, b/c I've got no pride and he's rich
-hit the dreaded grocery store
-straighten up the apartment
-maybe take in another yoga class
-feed my boyfriend
if i have time, i reward myself with a trip to barnes and noble.
When ya think about it, a class costs $12. I'd probably have to be getting paid $15/hour to actually get the $12. So, it's kinda the equivalent of the yoga center paying you $15/hour. Which is incredibly generous. I'm really lucky to be able to work-trade there. I really want to do a good job.
Big pat on the back to myself for making it to Olga's basic vinyasa class at 7:00 am. I shocked myself on that one.
Other than that, I just have to keep on waitin' tables while I figure out what the hell to do for a like, 'real' job. As extremely cheesy as it is, it might not be a bad idea to try to get into the real estate thing. I mean, if I did it for a few years and was successful, I could arrange my work-schedule such that I could eventually do the teacher-training through the yoga center. But I have a long way to go. Basically I'd just like to get a job with some benefits where I take home more money than I'm making now.
I realize that I'm pretty much just talking to myself here.
Promised the boy I'd cook for him tonight. I hope he has reconciled himself to the fact that he's in for vegetarian food. Poor thing. He loves me, but his passion for barbecue and philly cheesesteaks make it so hard for him. But he never makes fun of my new eating habits, nor does he criticize.
Agenda for the day:
-plan a meal for tonight
-clean my ex-boyfriend's house for $$, b/c I've got no pride and he's rich
-hit the dreaded grocery store
-straighten up the apartment
-maybe take in another yoga class
-feed my boyfriend
if i have time, i reward myself with a trip to barnes and noble.
zef:
Well, I read it. So it sounds like you've got the makings of a good plan and a a decent boyfriend. All those free yoga classes, that's awesome! I wish you the best.
zef:
that's too funny, because unless I drive to fayetteville for Barnes & Noble or Southern Pines for a movie, I pretty much don't leave my apartment, either.