Things can only get better

8 days until my holiday!!! (You didn't seriously think I wouldn't be rubbing this in every chance I get? Of course I will! ) I'm so looking forward to it. These days I have to keep track of the countries The Man is jet-setting in (for work) by the language the woman in his voicemail speaks. I can't wait to be with him in the same country again, even if it comes with a hefty dose of (s)mothering....

I feel so happy it's stupid. Ever since I got back from Stockholm I've been immersed in this cloud that has acted as a buffer against everything that normally would leave me heaving with expletives. I know it is just about the rudest word possible, but it's the only one I can think of that would capture this feeling in all its abhorrence. I actually feel blissful. 

I've even dared to change my Facebook status to read I'm in a relationship.

Even financially things are looking up, which is fantastic, seeing how I've (once again) maxed out my credit card shopping for flights to Spain, sourcing a holiday new wardrobe and splashing out on highlights. 

I got a call from friend of a friend for whom I auditioned for some voiceover jobs earlier this year. Now he's working on a documentary on an English rock band and asked me to join the crew. Exactly what I'm expected to do is still open, but basically I'm liaising between the band, their manager and the rest of the film crew. 

Seeing how I don't have any previous experience of this kind of a job and had absolutely no idea how much an authorized translator would charge I ended up grossly overpricing myself. Luckily they seem even more hapless than me and actually went for it!

Then I had to think of a price for the 5 days I'll be spending with the band for the filming of the actual documentary after my return from Spain. That was like Julia Roberts trying to calculate her weekly rate in Pretty Woman. 

In the end I too went for 4-digits which means that the salary for those few days will pay off my entire Visa bill! I'm so relieved to know I'll finally be rid of that burden (and at the back of my mind I'm already planning a massive shopping spree to celebrate that freedom...) 

That got me thinking though... If they're that ignorantly willing to pay me just about what ever I demand... what exactly is expected of me? Perhaps my gig isn't too dissimilar to that of Julia Roberts'...?!