Grasping Opportunity

I tend to become a very bad blogger when things get tumultuous.

Since my last post, a number of things have unexpectedly been thrown around. I haven't been quite sure as to how to cope with this, so I decide not to think about it, and therefore, not blog about it.

I'm not going to London and France.

My list of my sexybitch 'things to do' are not really happening - I am eating well, and I am preparing for all my classes well, but I'm not progressing very well with the rest of it.

I got offered a class at 'one of those' big gyms where the GFM is known for having high standards and was SO pleased to be asked to take it on, but had to turn it down an hour later.

I'm not going to get to teach BODYSTEP 79, which I have been desperately waiting for since October 2009...

BUT

It's all for a good reason!




I'M MOVING TO SYDNEY!!!!!

I have been offered what is my ideal job (hoping that the reality matches it) and I'm just waiting to finalise the contract. My boss-to-be called my current boss (I had to tell her as I needed time off to go to Sydney for the interview when our assistant manager was away) on Friday for a reference and I'm told she said very good things about me.

I was excited, now I'm more terrified than anything.

The whole process has been pretty drawn out and harrowing. I saw the job on Seek in the first week of January, and didn't apply for it straight away. I felt drawn to it... that weekend, when a friend had drinks at her house, another friend read my tarot cards. I'd never paid much thought to that kind of thing, but she said some things that were scarily, scarily accurate and she wouldn't have known. I asked her about my future and I burst into tears (ok, I'd had MORE than a few) when she said something was going to happen in the next few days and I'd find that direction that I was looking for... I hadn't mentioned the job at all.

I went home and as soon as I'd gotten over my hangover, I applied.

Didn't hear anything for a couple of weeks, which all things considered, was fairly normal. In the mean time, I was stressing out because I knew that this was it... if I didn't at least get an interview, I was SCREWED.

So they did e-mail, and I organised to fly out on Australia Day. I missed all the festivities and missed the Triple J hottest 100 countdown. I spent the next day running around doing a few errands and the interview wasn't until 5pm. Group session first, then me on my own.

I felt good afterwards and flew back home early the next morning, knowing that it was now outside of my control. The rest of the interviews weren't going to be until the following week, but then they were delayed for another week.

Long story short... and probably the biggest reason for me not blogging, but I had a couple of really BAD weeks at work, which included the stress of the shock resignation of our *amazing* assistant manager and the most horrible member experience I have had to date. I nearly quit on the spot and the anxiety I was experiencing about not knowing about this job really compounded it.

By Wednesday morning when I hadn't heard, I gave up hope. At 2.05pm, the call I'd been waiting for came... he wanted to offer it to me, just pending a reference check. Relief...


So now it's absolute madness.

I've been a little devastated that despite the dominance of a certain gym chain in Sydney, that there is so little Bodystep on the timetables. I'm currently team teaching Bodybalance as well at said gym chain, but I'm not sure whether I'll be able to get my certification done before I leave. We have an assessment this week so I will see how I go.

Also unfortunate is the fact that because our quarterlies are so LATE this quarter, Sydney will already be mixing by the time I get over there! I was lucky enough to have a sneak peek of the DVD as two of my fellow instructors attended quarterlies in Adelaide, and oh my... I figured that you might see my head pop up in maybe one, two tracks when they zoomed out...

No, I think I have achieved my goal of dvd 'fame'. EVERY SINGLE TRACK. I can die happy now. I was told by a certain VIP when I was still in Auckland that I was all over it, and I didn't quite believe them. Then when the trainers/presenters got their packs I was told again. It definitely had to be seen to be believed...

Being me, I also have a tag hanging out the bottom of my top the entire time...