today we had a meeting with our general manager. about money. about contracts. about conditions. now, im supposed to be one of the spokesmen of the dancers. trying to communicate with a man who won't say a word in english throughout the entire meeting which lasted about two hours. two hours of bureaucratical hebrew. but mainly consisting of blabla.
and on top of that, a man who obviously doesn't share the same fundamental believe as i, or most of the other dancers, have.
it ain't peaches and cream being a dancer.
but there are way more terrible things in life, not to forget.
and afterwards i went down to 'the city for fun lovers' (a k a nahariya) and had a great latte with cheesecake.
because im worth it.