I know I am talking a lot about love lately. But I do, I love my job.
I am sure the people who know me cannot imagine me in a "teaching" kind of position. And certainly not loving it.
But I do. I do, I do, I do-o.
When I was little I used to dream about becoming a princess when I grew up. When I was about 8 or 9 years old that dream was not really abandoned, but I set more realistic goals for myself, me being practical as ever: flight attendant, hair dresser, professional swimmer, professional ballet dancer or astronaut. The sky is literally the limit.
As I got older my life's purpose became more and more unclear. Of course, I still had the princess thingy in mind but I had to have a back up plan in case that one failed.
Hmm.. I like the way I look. I mean, I do know how to put on some decent make up and throw a halfway decent looking outfit together. So I started to think along the line of hairdresser. Nah, too limited.
All-round stylist then? I could see the captions already:
'Jazz, stylist to the stars has released her latest perfume. A must have!'
Mweh.. That did not really do it for me.
Since my mother was a flight attendant for almost 10 years and has the most amazing stories of that time, I started to think along the line of "something" in tourism. "Something" yep, the perfect plan.
I enrolled in Tourism college in the hope that my life's purpose would reveal itself magically to me.
Not exactly. At first I wanted to become a buyer for one of the bigger tour operators, but then I found out you must have mad negotiating skills for that. * Think… Think… think real hard..* Yeah, strike that. I could not negotiate a good deal even if I was bargaining for my own sweet life. So that's a big no-go.
In my senior year I did my internship in the sweet Caribbean where I could imagine myself becoming a General Manager for a big fancy pancy five-star resort. The upscale thingy. Hmm.. Maybe, sounds interesting.
Due to the lack of having a real plan I decided to extend my schooling career and went to Tourism university. Lucky me, I got to skip the first year due to my previous education.
There, the plan of moving to the Caribbean kept lingering in my mind, but the plan of becoming a GM, not so much anymore. And I still did not get even one step closer to becoming a princess.
Where is the fairy God mother when you need her? Or a long lost aunt that I do not know to inform me of my great-uncle that left me as heir to the throne of some unknown teeny-weeny island (in the Caribbean of course, I don't do Dutch islands)?
I bought several pumpkins, but none of 'em turned into beautiful glass carriages. And I refuse to kiss a stinking frog!
I don't want to become a princess that bad.
So I decided to abandon ship and become a diva instead! And that works perfectly for me!
I am not a pro like Prince or George Michael yet, but I'm fine just as the little Diva that I am.
Na, na, na, diva is a female version of a hustla
Of a hustla, of a, of a hustla
Na, na, na, diva is a female version of a hustla
Of a hustla, of a, of a hustla
-Beyoncé, Diva, I am… Sasha Fierce(2009)
Me? Diva? Yes honey. Not the fabulous kind, but the awesome kind. The one that can (read: must) walk around in high heels and can do "the eyebrow".
The who?
The eye. Brow.
You know you've got this friend who can give you a dead stare in the face and can raise just one eye brow without even breaking a sweat. And give you the sarcastic look.
Yep, that's it. And I am blessed to master this trait. It's my favorite!
But since I cannot make a living of being a diva, eyebrow-raising is not a skill I can add to my resume and I actually want to do something with my life, I just started a random job. It was fun, but as you can read in "Super Jazz en de sollicitatie" I grew tired of it and was ready for something new.
With that being said (and some difficult questions and a bit more sweaty arm pits... uhm palms) I got myself another job.
One I really liked.
Liked.
Yes.
Past tense.
Because Ms. Thing over here landed herself a promotion. A promotion which requires me to be very patient and explain stuff over and over again with the patience of a kindergarten teacher trying to prevent a child from eating Play-Doh.
One: I never in my wildest dreams thought that I would get myself a job like that.
Two: I never ever thought that I would actually enjoy doing it.
Three: I could have NEVER EVER EVER thought that I would be remotely good at it. Or so they say.
I did receive some compliments that really made my lil' ol' heart melt. Softie that I am.
All kidding aside; I basically never thought I was a people's person. I can be a people's person, but only when I have my moments. And my moments were very slim and rare. And this was known in a very early stage in my life. My mom decided not to speak to me for the first 15 minutes every morning. I was too grumpy. I also get grumpy when I am hungry. Which is often. Or when I am sleepy. Which is just as often. So basically I used to have some (yes, some) people's person moments.
Despite all the issues I do manage to keep my grumpiness to a minimum when I am in public. Makes me pretty damn proud of myself. As if I am an adult and can function as one should behave. And seeing my 'babies' do great in the big corporate world that is our office jungle, makes me even more proud. Of both myself and them of course.
I still keep the little flame called my princess dream flickering. Since Prince William is not as cute as he used to be and Harry not ready to commit, I found my own Prince Charming.(yes, really!!) Not one of royalty, but it will do just fine. Another thing I can cross off from the 'grown-up-to-do' list. I am on fire.
But still I am secretly hoping for my own fairy God mother or uncle to make me a real princess.
I know I am destined to be one!
Love,
Jazz.
