Pajama Empress

It’s all happening. I got together my preliminary application form and marched into the Business Development offices, slapped it down on the desk.

“You need a job network provider (or something).” The receptionist was not particularly helpful, and gave me back the application and was about to send me on my way. A man came up behind me and scooped the application out of my hand – I didn’t even notice as I was (politely) arguing with her.

“Hey, this is actually pretty good. Amy, can you find out that stuff, and can you, my dear, come with me?”

I was whisked into a board room with a man called Clint, had several business cards thrust into my hand, and sat talking for about an hour.

“How much money would you like to be making annually from Violonjello in three years?”

The question had not even occurred to me; I was too overwhelmed by the fact that I could make ANY money at all from doing something I loved that I hadn’t considered the figures.

The figures we ended up discussing are scaring the bejeesus out of me.. I feel so totally unprepared to be this grown up. I have to be smart though. I have to do all those things that adults do, like planning for the future, having a million and one back-up options, opening up multiple bank accounts, et cetera.

I am scared, but so excited. I have deadlines now. I guess I just got myself a new full-time job.