I hung up on my accountant, Frasier on Thursday. He used the “B” word 3 times during the first 60 seconds of our call. Haven’t I given up enough already? I demanded. I mean, I only eat out with Capitol Hill interns - (they know where the hardiest happy hours are). And, I have long since replaced my weekly lash extension sessions with strips from Sally's. To ask me three times to "BUDGET" beyond that is (in one word)....ridiculous. But Frasier is right about one thing, I cannot sustain my lifestyle without more income.
When, my agent, Margarita called with a Christmas gig at the Greenbrier, I did not hesitate.
"Yes! How much are they paying?," I asked.
"They say the package is worth $4500," 'Rita said.
"I need money, 'Rita." I retorted.
"The good news: after this week, you will finally be able to get into that white Lanvin sheath. That's a bonus, right?".
"Plus," 'Rita continued, "they've booked you into a charming bungalow and comped you two spa treatments per day."
"What am I going to eat?," I demanded.
"The bungalow has a kitchen," Rita continued.
"Girl, call them back and ask if they will provide some food vouchers. I am not cooking for two weeks." I pleaded.
Two minutes later, 'Rita called back with better news.
"Greenbrier will provide daily dinner and drink tickets but you are on your own for breakfast and lunch," she said.
"How many songs do I have to sing?", I asked.
"You're booked in the the piano bar from 8pm to midnight. (2 sets)."
"WHAT? Can I at least collect tips?," I asked.
"Yeah, sure," Rita replied. "Your tip jar is all yours."
"Fab!," I enthused.
At least I had somewhere luxe to go for the holidays, I thought. The mortgage could wait two more weeks. Right?!
🗝🔓 Remember, the only life worth living is the one you create! Be intentional this Christmas and let God handle the rest.