So I know it’s been a long time since my last post… and
forgive me, but if I was capable of consistency, I wouldn’t be an aspiring
adult, now would I? Let me take this
time to briefly fill you in on the past three months of my life.
On the last day of my production job I got an e-mail that
the one restaurant I applied to wanted me to work there starting ASAP!I galloped
around the set telling people to come visit me and tip me big, and mentally pre-spent
all my tip money on high heels and hair extensions so I could be a real LA
girl.
Good thing I kept my mental receipts, because day 1 I found
out I was hired as a hostess, but could move
up. I was not happy with this, but
laziness beat out pride in this situation and I thought I would much rather lay
on the beach than look for another job, so I stuck around. On day 2 I found out that the company was
sold; it would be closing for six weeks, and my boss in a fit of panic, would
be moving to Hawaii with her boyfriend. Neat.
Now the person I was supposed to be impressing with my impeccable ability
to wipe down menus and stock toilette paper would be leaving.
It turns out I’m a crappy hostess anyway, so I wasn’t so
disappointed when I became unemployed once again.
I turned to a temp agency to help me with my
unemployment needs. I put on my high water
dress pants, stopped at Kinko’s to print out my resume, and got to the
interview with minutes to spare! I grabbed a parking spot right next to the
front entrance. I stepped out of the car
and realized that my hair was just a little
bit not cute... so I got back in the car to fix it.
When I went to lock the car again (manually because I lost
my master key in a less than adult situation a few nights before) the alarm
started going off… really loud. I started sweating in a way that’s a little
more extreme that “a little not cute”
as I tore through my manual trying to figure out how to turn it off. (Turns out you can’t without the master
key). It shut off on its own, but when I
tried to lock the door again (like an idiot) I think you can guess what it did... This time the receptionist came
out to see who’s car was being broken into and he saw sweaty me with still not
cute hair, and a suspiciously wet resume, inching away from the screaming
car. He did not seem amused. It turns out the interviewer had a much
better sense of humor… then again, my resume was dry by the time he got it.
The interview went great, and he got me two reception gigs
at high profile companies, so I can’t complain.
Now I like to think of myself as a temporary adult… with the option of
regression if need be. Or a 9-6 adult,
with rebellious tendencies in the evenings.
