I'm ready to be working more! I have two scheduled classes per week, and the first week I taught four and this week I taught three. I picked up a Friday evening class for Terra because she had a sick daughter. The class was in Vancouver, which is in Washington. I got on the 405 on Friday at 3:45, probably not a good idea because a lot of people who live in Vancouver drive to Portland for work. I assume that's why traffic was so bad. It's normally a 20 minute drive or so, which is basically like driving from Downtown Richmond to Short Pump. However, on this particular day it took me 50 effing minutes to get there. I had to call the gym and ask them to go into my class and tell them I was stuck in traffic and to please not leave because I would be there as soon as I could. Once I got in there, the music wasn't working. Becuase God forbid a gym have the same stereo system in each location, and please don't let it be simple! It's got to be complicated with a million switches and buttons that are not clearly labeled. I finally got the music working and we had a good class. I had a young guy come in during sun salutations (which would have made him 15 minutes or so late) and after he did like two he tried to leave. As I continued to cue the class through sun salutations I walked back there, touched his rolled up mat and pointed to the floor. He looked at me like he didn't know what I meant and I said STAY and then walked away. He did! He audibly struggled through every pose. He grunted and moaned, but at the end of class he asked me when I taught so he could come back. I love it when people ask that, but I also hate it because in every class I sub people always want to know what my normal schedule is, and I tell them and there is no way any of them are going to come to an early morning class. I really can't wait to pick up more classes and I hope it happens soon. I'm going to be in touch with Bally's and LA Fitness soon to see if they are looking for any instructors, and I think I will try some local studios, too. I like Yoga Shala a lot. I'd love to teach there.
So since I am not teaching enough yet, I have sent my resume to probably ten different companies. A lot of them work office admin stuff, like receptionist, secretary, things like that. One of them was a "front desk agent" at a nice hotel in downtown Portland, whatever that means, and another was a leasing agent for an apartment complex in Vancouver that pays $11/hr. That one starts off full time and will be going down to three days a week. Number one, I don't really want to be a leasing agent (although most of what you do is collect rent and show people the model unit), and number two I don't want to work in Vancouver for several reasons. One being that it will complicate things at tax time because it's in Washington, two I don't want to drive that far and three... I can't remember what the third reason was but I know I had one. The perk of this job is that it would start out as full time. Great, that's money in my pocket right now. And when it goes down to part time I can have a more open schedule for yoga. I am keeping my fingers crossed that at least one of these companies is interested in my resume. I hate resumes because they are all fluff. In the words of Aunt Carolyn, "If you are a housewife, say you are a housewife. You are not a domestic engineer." Well said. I just wanted to put on there, I worked at SyCom Technologies, this is what I did. I am cute and smile a lot (at work anyway) and can do anything I'm asked (while still wearing my $6,480 smile). Basically, people love me. And I love people. There wasn't really a single job I saw that I really really wanted. All I want to do is teach yoga. I didn't spend all this time and money getting certified to teach yoga to sit behind a desk. I feel like I have been blessed with a gift and I should be out there sharing it with others. Not to say I think I'm awesome and all high and mighty, but I feel so comfortable teaching yoga, and I get such great feedback from almost all of the students I teach. It makes me feel good because it makes other people feel good and I love it. Working behind a desk does not make me feel good. I don't leave work thinking, "I made a difference today". I do however leave work thinking, "My bills are paid" and that's a great feeling as well.
Yesterday was so much fun. I woke up early and went to a class a vinyasa two class at Yoga Shala, where I attempted Scorpion for the first time. Woohoo! Then I came home and relaxed for a bit, then I went to Amber's. We went to two places looking for pink soccer socks. Actually we needed socks and shin guards and I needed some shoes, but the first place we went didn't have pink socks so we had to go. The pink socks are a deal breaker for me and I was going to refuse to join the team if I could not have them. So anyway, traffic on the 405 was once again horrendous and it took us forever to get to both places. The second place we went did have pink soccer socks and I was thrilled. I am not all set to play in my first game today. After we got our stuff we went to Taco Bell for food and then to Mel's to practice kicking Amber's new red ball around. I didn't do too bad and Amber did pretty good. I thought I had really strong legs, and then I realized that they are "strong for me" legs because when I went to kick the ball it didn't go very far. Amber and Mel were kicking the shit out of it. Pardon my lingo but I had to get my point across. I do think I am good at trapping the ball though, and I think I will do OKAY during today's game. I'm pretty sure I will have a game while Erica is here so she will get to witness my ridiculousness. The games only last an hour. They don't go over because games are played back to back. Plus they are indoors, which means when you kick the ball there is no grass to slow it down, therefore Mel said people play with 50% power. I took that to mean that I should play with 100% power because that's still not all that much. I guess I will get better, but kicking a soccer ball with the inside of your foot is just not a natural thing. If I kicked it with my toe, I could kick it much farther and harder but apparently if you do that you have no aim. Surprisingly enough, I do have aim when I use the inside of my foot, but only the right one. Mel said that was ok because none of the girls on the team can kick with their left foot no matter what they say, so that makes me feel more normal. Amber is going to call me in a little while and I am going to take the max to the Saturday Market (today is Sunday but it goes on all weekend, technically called the Portland Saturday and Sunday Market) and meet up with her, then she will drive us to the game and then bring me home. Or to get some celebratory beers if we win. I don't know about the beers though I kinda want to go to the gym later tonight and even one beer will ruin that idea.
Whoever lives upstairs is so loud. I heard them all day yesterday, I heard them again at 4 this morning and it is now 10:40 am and I still hear them. I am going to put a note on their door asking them if they could please cool their jet because the noise really pisses me off. Don't worry, I'll be very yogic about it...
xoxo,
t
PS-17 days until Erica's arrival.
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