…well, that’s a real bummer…
I am totally bummed right now.
I didn’t wake up sad. I woke up happy. It’s Friday. It’s sunny out. My schedule is light today. Yoga class and accupuncture are the only reasons I have to leave the house.
It was a good morning.
Until my phone rang..got a call from my Co-Host and Stage Manager over at The Hard Rock and they no longer are going to have me down there 2x a week co-hosting and collecting donations for the spotlight charity.
Management recently changed our format, and instead of travelling around from table to table collecting donations, there’s now a table set up out front, and it’s just not as effective. Which means, our weekly donations are lower, a lot lower.
So, in an effort to raise the donation level back up, my gig will be handled by a few of the already existing staff (hence my additional pay, goes back into the charity pot).
It makes total sense from a managerial standpoint where the bottom line is money.
I’m really, truly bummed though as this was a gig I excel and shine at. The staff on the ground-floor were amazing people to work with, treated me like gold every time I got there. I met a ton of cool new bands, and even got to share the stage with some grammy winning artists (Matchbox 20, Lifehouse, Everclear).
The good news is, I found out since I started at The Hard Rock 2 months ago, we raised over $3500 for our previous spotlight charity, “VH1’s Save The Music”, and special thanks to my awesome lady friends who covered a few shifts and contributed to raising money for this awesome cause {Denise Vasquez, Tanya Perez, & Kristyn Burtt}. You all rock.
This gig combined three of my life passions; Hosting, Music, and Charity and I’m seriously bummed.
I really felt at home there, and could see it going for a long-time, and on a larger scale… *sigh*
Like ready to shed a tear, bummed.
I love hosting.. love.. :
(side note: And at this point in my #gypsymode-just-sold-all-of-my-life-belongings-to-survive-a-little-longer-out-here, this gig was my only reliable income for the past 2 months, and the foreseable future, and the only income that I could look to to almost help me make a rent payment when I find my new place. )
And maybe it’s not so much this particular gig (although mostly), I’m definitely feeling the pangs of really wanting my life, my income, my gigs to be stable. I mean, sure, anyone in any career can get blindsided and let go from a gig out of the blue, but none so much as the entertainment biz…
I’d be lieing if I didnt say one hand is reaching for the towel. Thirteen years is a long time to keep falling off the balance beam, waiting for all of the judges to give you a perfect 10 at the same exact time, so that you can get that gold medal on the pedestal.
XOXO



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