I had a panic attack on Monday. Well, my weekend was Chinese Proverb Interesting with ridiculous highs and lows. After Monday, though, I’m retreating somewhere. The piece I’m working on is harder than I could have imagined to work on. I look and feel like a wreck.
I have slightly less than a month of this to go before performance.
Usual Saturday goes as follows:
1) Breakfast
2) Day job
3) 8pm show
4) 10:30pm show
5) Maybe a life if I have time…
This is, of course, in order of occurance…
First day of the new job today. It was great, actually, for a plain old job. Even though I was sick…
Okay! Part-time at Ragazzi’s Flying Shuttle. Pay is good, I can live off of it but still have time to work on school and audition after I graduate. Yay!
A few months ago I was working a 40 at the day job, part-time at the Studio as House Manager, part-time somewhere else, and going to school full-time.
What is my problem? I mean, I am a complete workaholic…it keeps me from getting depressed in the bleak NW winter, but it also makes me want to shoot myself from stress—literally.
So, I’m interviewing for jobs now after being laid off for a while. I’m trying to make a decision: work full-time (with good money for okay hours) or part-time (with decent money and awesome hours). All the people are great in the three jobs I’ve been offered, so that’s not a concern. Now I just have to figure this out…
