Two years ago, if you were to tell me I would now be living in LA, I would laugh in your face. Then, I would retreat back to my college dorm of a Boston apartment and think to myself, “Yeah, I know I’ll eventually end up in LA.”
After a few months of living out here, I took a job in probably the exact opposite industry that I’m qualified for. I majored in film and theater and I took a job as an “admin assistant” for a guy who sells air conditioners.
I have “admin assistant” in quotations because I basically was a secretary for a guy who ran a start-up business out of his home as a manufacturer’s rep for probably the most boring industry in the world besides pink-soap-manufacturer-for-public-restrooms.
When I read the Craigslist ad, there was no indication that this would be a home office. However, when I had my interview in a Jack in the Box, I became a tad suspicious.
The second interview took place in his home office. It was located near an old folks’ home, which is the opposite of an elementary school which is the exact place a sex offender is not allowed to live. Hence, I deduced he was a sex offender.
However, I did not want access to proof, as I was happy I was actually getting some form of income. Therefore, I decided putting a butter knife in my bag was protection enough.
Monday, March 31, 2008
The Prologue
It’s almost midnight. My hair is a mess and I’m analyzing about how much of a pussy I’ve been for the past few months. As I sit, contemplating about where my life has taken me, I chug a bottle of Boone’s Farm Strawberry Daiquiri I bought for two dollars at CVS. This will be my dinner tonight.
The problem is that I don’t know whether I’m celebrating or commiserating. I’ve had an odd job for the past few months and I either quit the job after I was fired or I was fired after I quit.
That was the ambiguity of working for Susan Ellen (Don’t google her. I’ve changed her name because her father, even in death, is still a controversial mogul. And, no, her last name isn’t Plainview and not because Daniel Plainview is fictional, but because such eloquence of a Daniel Plainview cannot be present in Susan Ellen’s genes.)
I don’t really know how I feel about my sudden separation from Susan Ellen. I spent so much of my time bending over backward and then explaining to her what the phrase “bend over backward” actually means and I can’t believe it’s all over.
Needless to say, here’s the blog about my crazy part-time yet life-consuming odd job in LA, with a little backstory here and there.
The problem is that I don’t know whether I’m celebrating or commiserating. I’ve had an odd job for the past few months and I either quit the job after I was fired or I was fired after I quit.
That was the ambiguity of working for Susan Ellen (Don’t google her. I’ve changed her name because her father, even in death, is still a controversial mogul. And, no, her last name isn’t Plainview and not because Daniel Plainview is fictional, but because such eloquence of a Daniel Plainview cannot be present in Susan Ellen’s genes.)
I don’t really know how I feel about my sudden separation from Susan Ellen. I spent so much of my time bending over backward and then explaining to her what the phrase “bend over backward” actually means and I can’t believe it’s all over.
Needless to say, here’s the blog about my crazy part-time yet life-consuming odd job in LA, with a little backstory here and there.
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