I feel like my life is moving faster than my blog posts these days. Even Billy (my ADD) has a hard time keeping up. Things have been happening so fast that I’ve found myself starting posts and leaving them unfinished to start another. Since this isn’t a diary and my loyal 1-3 readers don’t need a play by play of my life, let’s just just stick to the important stuff!
1) I ride the train…Riding the train in LA is like being a New Yorker without the financial commitment. You enjoy the same “luxuries” as New Yorkers, like: unreliable trains, smelly train cars, and sketchy people in close proximity. This morning I played a little game called “Sleep or Dead”. I took a seat next to a person hunched over with a jacket over them. They didn’t move. They were either sleep or dead. Thankfully, they got off a the next stop. Sleep for the win!
a) I also take Uber..I’ve encountered hilarious, awkward, sometimes scary, but mostly awkward Uber drivers like;
The Uber driver with the thick Russian accent (think every stereotypical Russian accent you’ve heard from TV and movies) who actually isn’t Russian. He liked to make fun of Lyft cars and promote Uber Fresh.
“Lyft car is bad, it’s like 1950’s Camry” – I don’t believe they made Camry’s in the 1950’s sir, but okay.
“You hear of Uber fresh? They deliver like crispy chicken wrapped with bacon” – Ummm. What?
2) My new gig…I work for the #1 rated TV network in the country (according to Google) in the business affairs department aka “Options Land“. We track options and set reminders. It is most exhilarating. It’s a temp position till the end of the year so I’m still about that temp life. My office is basically “The Office” minus the hilarious characters. Well there is one character; me, I’m a Jim.
3) I’m addicted to job hunting…The only analogy I can use to best describe this problem is: a man in a great relationship with an awesome girlfriend who has a “wandering eye”. I find myself drooling over other job posts anxiously wanting to apply – see what I did there. It’s like I’ve developed whatever the scientific phobia name is for the “fear of being satisfied with a job”. Being faithful is hard.
Quitting a job you’ve been at for 2 weeks is like breaking up with a guy you just started dating who is more into you than you are into him. You have to give him (your job) the whole “It’s not you, it’s me” spiel. However, I’m terrible at breaking up with people. I’m so bad at the break up convo that I once had a friend do it for me. If only I could get that same friend to come in and quit this job for me too. But I’m a grown ass woman. I need to rip this band aid off on my own.
Last week I was referred by a friend to work in the business affairs department at a major TV network. This network isn’t as cool or attractive as the cable network
I temped at before, but it’s no Khole Kardasian either. Anyway after an awkward phone “interview” and an “in person” meeting, I was offered the position. My excitement was bittersweet because I thought about the shoe company that had just welcomed me so warmly. Then I thought eff that I need this money!
I spent the whole weekend dreading the awkward conversation with HR that Monday. But to my surprise she was actually pretty cool about it and even asked if I could refer someone. If last week’s post was the season finale
this week must be the start of a new season. Or this is one of those terrible mid season finales.