Talk about speaking too soon.
The day after I wrote my stroppy little blog about being unable to secure any work, two agencies offered me some classes.
Starting this week.
I should be teaching my first pupil, an auditor who heads a team of accountants, for an hour-and-a-half early on a Wednesday and for two hours on a Sunday morning.
My second pupils, a brother and sister, run a branch of a cosmetics firm with a head office in the US. I should be teaching them for an hour-and-a-half on Tuesday and Thursday evenings.
All three will study Business English.
I know nothing about my other class (with the second agency) except I am supposed to be teaching them for an hour-and-a-half early on Tuesday, Thursday and Friday mornings.
It is entirely possible that none of these classes will materialise (although I am supposed to start lessons with the auditor tomorrow).
But, should I manage to teach all seven classes a week for an entire month (i.e the best case scenario) I would earn more than double what I expect to pay in rent.
It seems a good start.
It means I’ll have money left to put towards Spanish school, salsa school and my social life.
Even better, I will still be free all day (my ‘worst’ days will be Tuesdays and Thursdays, when I will have to work an hour-and-a-half in the morning and again from 6-7.30pm)
You can hardly call three hours of work a bad day.
Now I just need to find an apartment and register with a Spanish school and a salsa school.
Still, I’m not being entirely lazy when it comes to my aim of achieving something resembling rhythm, fluidity and well, grace.
I have my first ever tango lesson tonight.
Wish me luck.