What profits do this job have?
– The daily sport keeps you fit!
After every seasons at home, I can grow back my pillowed belly in perfect calmness, by drowning and sinking into my mom’s home-made delicious foods and tempting sweets, because I know well, during the next season it will disappear again like a white dog in the fog! Other people pay for this. At worst case for a doctor, muhahaha…
– Every evening you can feel the spotlight on the stage!
Maybe it needs strenght in the first month, until you learn all of the evening programs, but after, every nights are marvellous, when you can enter in front of the audience, by making dance shows or cabarets. You can have fun, and you can try things what in other case not, for sure. You can throw a cake into your colleague’s handsome face! You can grease the other with scummy shaving foam! Where else you can do the same, hm?
– Your language skills progress!
Yes, they do, between real foreign people under the sun, instead of sitting in a heated class’ stringy wooddesk what pushes your bottom in front of a half-blind teacher before retirement, who just learnt the language from books but always has right. It depends on how much you payed…
– You can build an international relationship!
American moviestars are worldfamous, yes. European stars? Plenty of them, yes, but mostly they can only say in an interview: „A whole country knows me!” Good for you! Now I can say them: „Really? Me, twenty.” Indescribeable feeling to know more people from a lot of countries! And with many of them I still keep the contact in friendship. We talk as often as we can, they invited me to their cities or they told, anytime I go there for holiday, give a sign definitely and we meet for a beer… like it already happened when I visited England, and this is only one example!
– Your room is free, your food is free!
Do you remember when the postman just knocked and knocked your door with the monthly bills? You just finished to pay all of them, but he already was there again with new ones! Always! And you started to think, you will kill him like the bisop in the middle-age, and you prefer to cook the rest of the papers for dinner instead of buying food… So, this one disappears! You can eat what you want and nobody will knock on your door with bills!
Miklós „Mickey” Molnár