This blog was originally published on The Dancer in the Room, May 22, 2019.
Started my new job today. I should be totally pumped about it. I spent two years in grad school studying for a job just like this one. But it’s taking me a while to get worked up about it. Why? Well I’ve been teaching dance, doing my own thing, making my own schedule for over a year now, so getting up early and wearing formal outfits don’t exactly tickle my fancy.
I might be over exaggerating just a tiny bit though. I have to admit. It was nice. Okay, maybe really nice. I have a spacious cubicle. I got my ID card today. I also have a name plate on the outside of my cubicle. I have access to plenty office supplies. My coworkers and boss are nice. My mentor/boss took me out to lunch today which was yummy. My computer wasn’t hooked up yet, so I felt lost and alienated for most of the day. I suppose that was the only bummer.
In between reading research reports I thought up different ways to make TJ better. Sometimes I get impatient. At the end of my first day back in corporate mode, when I finally got to check my email I was really hoping to see tons of emails from musicians and artists waiting in my inbox. Not so.
I have to constantly remind myself that this is a labour of love. TJ is like a baby seed that needs a lot of extra TLC and attention. It won’t grow overnight (although I’m keeping my fingers crossed for some kind of super growth spurt in the weeks to come) so I better be patient. Otherwise, I’ll go crazy and I’m already a little bit cuckoo. I’m super sleepy right now – should be in bed actually. My body is still in shock from my 6:45am wake up. Sorry for straying off the topic there.
Nighty nite
