The ballroom studio and I are no more.
No more "quick quick slows" and unpaid late Friday nights, and no more laughing with Rainman and his shimmies and shakes. I tried to adjust myself to the lifestyle required, and tried to get more lessons to up my pay check, but this sort of choking feeling started to take hold, and I felt like I was stuck, and I wasn't happy. I was hungry. Because I never got home before 10:00pm and was too tired to cook and eat. I missed relaxing and watching TV, and spending more time with my family and boyfriend, and wanted more time for chatting on the phone with my friends I miss so much.
And then the choking feeling was replaced with some hope, after I was offered a job with a new pharmacy business.
I thought quitting the studio was going to be a long, drawn out process, and I was scared poop-less to tell my manager. But I told her, and it wasn't bad, and they sent me home that day with a cleared schedule. Quick and painless, like a Band Aid.
Working there had it's up's, and I'm glad I did it, because I really wanted to be a ballroom instructor for a long time. I got to experience it, and even if it was short lived, I still did it!
So now I'm trying out the regular working world, and it's been a bit overwhelming some days, (yesterday), but today it was much better. I complain, but only because that's what I do sometimes, when really I know stretching myself further and further is only helping me. Yesterday my manager was "testing my temper", and I left work feeling incompetent and frustrated. Today was a better day, and I'm home now feeling accomplished, and hopeful.
What a difference a day makes.
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