Like most performers who’ve made their way in the big city, I’ve had many side jobs. While the majority of my peers seem to wait tables, I prefer dealing with whiny children as opposed to whiny adults. I babysit.
I’m the eldest (isn’t ‘eldest’ much more prestigious than ‘oldest’?) of three and my mother worked providing child-care, so it comes naturally. I’m excellent at imagination games and improvising stories, an under-demanded skill beyond the playground. Being good at make-believe doesn’t exactly instill one with a sense of superiority, but as I met the city’s elite children, a miraculous thing happened.