Planning for New York

Freakin' VIP tickets for the Pole Championship in NYC are over 200 bucks! WTF?! I have the best friend in the world and he's paying for me for my birthday because I wanna go so badly. This should really help because 1) Chances are likely that I'll get written up in the magazine (being a VIP guest) and I can blurb about being a business owner for PH and 2) if 1 is true, I don't need to spend 400-some dollars on a vendor table at the event (which I don't want to man) and someone else who actually sells stuff can use one of the very few tables that are even there for that purpose. Whoohoo!
Also, if enough girlfriends from pole can accompany me, we can all share a penthouse and live in luxury. Why share multiple tiny rooms that are $250/person anyway when you can ALL sleep in one suite that's split into $200/person. Plus, we'll have room for our poles (I still don't have one ::sad face::) so we can practice.

Raw emotions, action

I went to quite possibly my last dance team social and said goodbye to a good number of buddies. -- I can't call them "friends". It just wasn't that type of relationship --
This weekend will be the hardest - saying goodbye to my director. She's hosting a dance at the Beach in memory of her daughter. Is that particularly a bad time to break news that I'm leaving? ...especially when I'm staying at her beach home for the weekend? Hmm... maybe I'll hold off. ::bites lip::

Oh, Air conditioning is all fix-ied! YAY!

Miserable three weeks turned into a fabulous DAY

I'm accepting a career offer in ballroom. Confusing, right? Don't worry, I'll still run PoleHappy.com and I'm totally attending the APFA Championships in NYC annually but a girl's gotta make money, right?
I applied on Monday night, got an interview Tuesday afternoon and a written job offer Wednesday morning (today). I'm still on the high from how well in the interview went. It's funny what life throws at you sometimes, you know?
Being under contract, I'm going to need to sever all ties to my ballroom venues (other than the one in which I'm working ). THAT's going to be an emotional journey.
::singing:: I don't wanna grow up; I'm a Toys-R-Us kid....

Well, I fucked up.

The guy came to fix my A/C on Tuesday and noticed that either during shipment or installation that a piece of the motor is broken. Someone at installation covered it up and what's funny is that of all the years this unit has been serviced, no one reported this broken piece. The new A/C guy changed  few settings and didn't exactly FIX the problem, but made the A/C work enough so that air was still circulated and some bit of cooling took effect.
That was fine for a few days until the A/C broke for real a couple days later. The first time it pooped out, the worst the house got was up to 86 degrees. Now the house was 92! Luckily, I was already having the guy come back on Monday (so I didn't need to fight with people over the phone to get service again).
So, it's Monday... and guess what. The company calls and says they don't have the piece in yet, and when they do, my A/C guy will come over. There is no hint that this will happen today. :(

I have absolutely nothing to write about that you would want to read

...but that's what blogs are for, right? Reading my random rambles.
So, here goes: I've been without A/C on the WORST weekend possible. Day #7 of 100-degree heat index outdoors, so the coolest it gets in my house is 85, 86. The heat pump jerks FINALLY called me back (no one worked over the holiday, holiday weekend, or the days prior to the holiday weekend) and the soonest they are sending anyone out to me is Tuesday. WTF?! If I haven't melted by then, I'll post again next Wednesday.
It's situations like this - exactly - that make me thankful I don't currently have pets to suffer with me.