Work is still lovely but long. I sit in a spot chair for somewhere around 6 hours a day which is neither fun, nor stimulating in any way. But it IS my job for now. Under the "other assignments as employer sees fit" clause of my contract. Until the spot op I'm effectively subbing in for decides he's no longer injured... (at least three more weeks) However, yesterday (after my spot shift) I got to work on some of the moto bikes, so that was definitely fun. The unconventional projects like working on the moto ramp trucks or the bikes or random stuff like that are definitely my favorite part of the job. I feel like a bad ass because I get to say I worked on moto bikes. {Jade Hewitt, are you paying attention?} All that being said, I am operating one awesome spot. I like to say my spot "Sparkles". Unclear why that is the adjective I've chosen for my spot, but I'm keeping it. It's almost inspiring.
I started yoga. So that's good. There's a studio right up the block from the apartment and it is ultra convenient because I can roll out of bed at 915 and be at class and ready to go for 930. (I write this as I sit here stuffing my face with late night dumplings, thinking about how sad it is that tomorrow's Saturday and the good yoga teachers only teach M-F...) Also they speak English. BONUS.
Two day weekend coming up. Excited about that because this week has been LONG and tomorrow is "Lighting Priority" which means we won't get out until 2am. That's a long day, ya'll. And it means we earn a two day weekend even more. Especially if you spend the first half of your day sitting in the most uncomfortable spot chair trying to take a nap in between cues and the latter half of your day attempting to not drip sweat into the pool from Level 5. I mean, Ewwww. I have now also been informed that I am "illegally" operating a spot because I have yet to officially practice the emergency procedure for abandoning my spot platform in case of a fire or other severe emergency. This involves a rope, clipping in, and a backpack. That's all I know. My response was "There's a lot of things I am supposed to do and haven't done." That was not recieved well. So yeah. Tomorrow?
Yesterday, I sang my mother the Annie version of her infamous refrain "Tomorrow". While she and Morgan (my little sister and personal mini-me) were ... less than impressed with my stellar rendition, I'm pretty sure I made my point. It is sometimes difficult to keep in mind where you're coming from and why this point in life is such an important stepping stone for your path. I had one of those days yesterday and after sleeping it off, I realized that I am the only one who can make or break this experience for myself. We all know how much failure scares me, so making it is my only option. I just wish this only option weren't so freaking far away from Louisiana. I would kill for some Tony's, a bowl of fried okra, and an Abita Strawberry (or any Abita in general) right about now.
This post has been chock full of fragmented sentences and I do apologize. The best part about this post is that there is a company party on Sunday in Coloane for our "40 days till opening" landmark and Emily Meyer will be attending. Because she is now a Macau resident. Holy crap ya'll, ATL West has come to town in the form of myself and Emily. And we plan to take over this island.
Just kidding.
But seriously...
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