Have I mentioned that I’m now teaching at one studio in Center City, one studio out in the ‘burbs, one high school in New Jersey and two different college campuses? Well, I am. And that doesn’t even include rehearsals.
Which is why I have finally become one of those people who uses GPS for everything.
It’s not that I don’t know how to get to work, it’s just that I can never remember which “work” I’m supposed to be getting to.
I’m constantly losing my car keys, and because I have three different dance bags (one for when I’m driving to work, one for when I’m taking the train to work and one for when I’m rehearsing) I’m never really sure where my tap shoes are, which is kind of stressful because the total combined cost of my tap shoes is over $800 and when I lose my car keys, I can’t actually lock my car.
Some girls dream of Prince Charming, or a handsome knight in shining armor to whisk them away. But not me. I dream of having only one job. I’d even settle for two or three jobs (because let’s face it, I’ve never been a “one job” kind of gal) so long as they came with health insurance. I dream of being asked, “Are you free Friday night?” and being able to answer without having to consult my Google calendar…
(I also dream of being able to spell “calendar” correctly the first time. It took me three attempts this go-round.)