Ungodly hours
Well it's a time when no civilized person should be awake and there is a gorgeous guy in bed mere feet away from me, but the sleep doesn't come, and i've learned that i can't force such things.
So i'll update that livejournal thingy that i haven't touched in ages.
I have a new job, sadly it isn't at that swanky wine bar (there was evil going over heads of the managers by the owner and hired the daughter of his friend or something equally nepotistic) and i'm now in a quaint gay village style pub. I never picked myself to work in a gay venue... The homos get on my nerves too much, but this seems nice, lots of middle aged queens sipping at their pints. Although I just found out there's a guy in his forties that hangs out with his Mum at the bar and they occasionally nip off to the bathrooms to do lines of cocaine. Life is a screwy thing...
In other news.. News that only altosrluv will really be affected by, I don't think i was invited back to Stagedoor. This is a bit sad, as i thought i was a good counselor. But there is a list of possible things that could lead not my non-invitation:
1. As i didn't really have a forwarding address and only email this may have been an issue.
2. My monologues that i used in my classes were sometimes... controversial.
3. Towards the end there were issues with my group leader.. maybe he put in a bad word.
4. Maybe unbeknownst to me, the children despised me and cursed my name every night.
5. MAybe they realised i was such a good counselor they couldn't have me back as i would make everybody else look bad...
*choke*
Anyway you swing it, i get by.
I'll miss the kids heaps, cos they rock and it is truly an otherworldly experience to be around that much talent, but i guess it means i can make more solid plans on where i want to be at the end of this year. Planning, development, future.
Forwards, not backwards. Upwards, not forwards. And twirling, forever twirling...
So i'll update that livejournal thingy that i haven't touched in ages.
I have a new job, sadly it isn't at that swanky wine bar (there was evil going over heads of the managers by the owner and hired the daughter of his friend or something equally nepotistic) and i'm now in a quaint gay village style pub. I never picked myself to work in a gay venue... The homos get on my nerves too much, but this seems nice, lots of middle aged queens sipping at their pints. Although I just found out there's a guy in his forties that hangs out with his Mum at the bar and they occasionally nip off to the bathrooms to do lines of cocaine. Life is a screwy thing...
In other news.. News that only altosrluv will really be affected by, I don't think i was invited back to Stagedoor. This is a bit sad, as i thought i was a good counselor. But there is a list of possible things that could lead not my non-invitation:
1. As i didn't really have a forwarding address and only email this may have been an issue.
2. My monologues that i used in my classes were sometimes... controversial.
3. Towards the end there were issues with my group leader.. maybe he put in a bad word.
4. Maybe unbeknownst to me, the children despised me and cursed my name every night.
5. MAybe they realised i was such a good counselor they couldn't have me back as i would make everybody else look bad...
*choke*
Anyway you swing it, i get by.
I'll miss the kids heaps, cos they rock and it is truly an otherworldly experience to be around that much talent, but i guess it means i can make more solid plans on where i want to be at the end of this year. Planning, development, future.
Forwards, not backwards. Upwards, not forwards. And twirling, forever twirling...