I met a date at the Whisper Lounge last weekend who has created a career by melding his background in both technology and music. He told me about some openings at the digital media company he works for in Burbank. Librarian background could be a plus.
I'm a little afraid of driving to Burbank, but I passed it on the way to Santa Barbara and it didn't seem far.
Thursday, May 31, 2007
P.S.
I have no idea who is reading this blog anymore, but if anyone wants to email me about what I've posted on the blog, you can do so through the comments feature. I have to approve those before they get posted. I can answer questions if you send an email address (which I won't post).
Makin' It
I received a letter today stating that I passed the library interview, scored well, and made "the list." I had just been thinking on the drive home from Laguna that I had absolutely no idea how I did on that interview and that I should have answered some of the questions differently.
I was going to ramp up the job search next week, but now I don't know, maybe I should stay in low gear, long shot territory for the time being. I recontacted a couple of entertainment places this week but had not yet gotten back in touch with the general employment agencies.
I was going to ramp up the job search next week, but now I don't know, maybe I should stay in low gear, long shot territory for the time being. I recontacted a couple of entertainment places this week but had not yet gotten back in touch with the general employment agencies.
Freebird
I set out for Laguna Beach today . The architecture isn't as stunning as in Santa Barbara, but the setting is beautiful. I got in the water but couldn't actually swim because the current was too strong.
The drive took an hour and a half from Los Angeles. On the way home, as I sat in traffic on the 405, I listened to an old mix tape made in 1994 featuring the Grateful Dead and Joni Mitchell.
I go back into my former workplace early tomorrow morning to sub for a coworker.
The drive took an hour and a half from Los Angeles. On the way home, as I sat in traffic on the 405, I listened to an old mix tape made in 1994 featuring the Grateful Dead and Joni Mitchell.
I go back into my former workplace early tomorrow morning to sub for a coworker.
The Golden Key
Tuesday, on my way to get my parking sticker, I attempted to stop by a personal assistant agency in Beverly Hills that hasn't responded to any of my emails. Turns out their fancy address is actually one of those mailbox stores.
Foiled again!
I feel like I'm in a fairy tale, searching for the golden key that will give me access to a personal assistant position.
Foiled again!
I feel like I'm in a fairy tale, searching for the golden key that will give me access to a personal assistant position.
Living Up to Expectations
I am becoming a jaded tourist, but Santa Barbara did not disappoint. It was absolutely gorgeous. Again, the gray skies burned off by 3 p.m., leaving a beautiful afternoon for strolling around the Spanish architecture.
It took almost 2 1/2 hours to get there, but it was worth it.
It took almost 2 1/2 hours to get there, but it was worth it.
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Score!
I made a second attempt at getting a parking sticker for my car yesterday and this time I had success! The clerk who helped me required different documents from the one I first encountered. Unbelievable. I have suffered for nothing for the past five months.
Off to Santa Barbara today. This is the time of year when the skies are gray during the first part of the day, but the gloom burns off by late afternoon. Hope that happens today; yesterday was lovely by 3 p.m. Although--dare I say it--eternal sunshine can become monotonous after a while.
Off to Santa Barbara today. This is the time of year when the skies are gray during the first part of the day, but the gloom burns off by late afternoon. Hope that happens today; yesterday was lovely by 3 p.m. Although--dare I say it--eternal sunshine can become monotonous after a while.
Sunday, May 27, 2007
Holy Smoked Tofu
I walked over to Robertson Boulevard (aka the Boulevard of $200 t-shirts) this afternoon for the first time since moving here. It took me about 15-20 minutes at a leisurely stroll to arrive at the block of Robertson where New Line is located.
The weather was beautiful today and the Boulevard was busy. I ate lunch at a healthy, organic food place recommended by my roommate called the Newsroom Cafe. I had the best salad of my life-- the tandoori smoked tofu salad with kashmir cashews, baked lentil chips, and mango chutney vinaigrette. It was heavenly.
The weather was beautiful today and the Boulevard was busy. I ate lunch at a healthy, organic food place recommended by my roommate called the Newsroom Cafe. I had the best salad of my life-- the tandoori smoked tofu salad with kashmir cashews, baked lentil chips, and mango chutney vinaigrette. It was heavenly.
Lonely in the Middle
I caught a movie last week at the ArcLight on the same day I interviewed with the library. My Harvard-educated date told me that he once applied to be a financial aid counselor at a community college here (that's what his background is in), and they had him take a long test and then told him if he passed he'd be placed on a list of contenders and possibly called in for an interview (which never happened). I also recall an architect I dated here complaining to me about the certification tests he had to take to practice in the state of California.
Before I moved here a friend sent me an article about the lack of a middle class in Los Angeles, and I've since read that the city is desperate to attract middle class earners back to living in L.A. They tend to leave because buying property and raising a family here is so formidable. So it seems odd that middle class professionals have to jump through so many hoops to gain employment paying in the middling range. Single people such as myself and my former dates are probably the only professionals willing to live here on those jobs, since you certainly can't afford to raise a family on them in this town.
Before I moved here a friend sent me an article about the lack of a middle class in Los Angeles, and I've since read that the city is desperate to attract middle class earners back to living in L.A. They tend to leave because buying property and raising a family here is so formidable. So it seems odd that middle class professionals have to jump through so many hoops to gain employment paying in the middling range. Single people such as myself and my former dates are probably the only professionals willing to live here on those jobs, since you certainly can't afford to raise a family on them in this town.
It's A Crisis, Part II
Back to my midlife crisis. I must quote my favorite TV critic, Heather Havrilesky of Salon:
Once we were young and fearless, but now we're afraid. Talk of world travel calls to mind rickety, overcrowded buses speeding across some muddy road in Thailand. The word "adventurous" triggers images of bungee-jumping accidents and hepatitis B. The sight of old people informs us of how alone we'll be in the end, no matter how many friends we have on speed-dial now. The Internets remind us daily of how elevators plummet and brides get left at the altar and teenagers stockpile weapons and killer bacteria lurk on every surface.
Once we were young and fearless, but now we're afraid. Talk of world travel calls to mind rickety, overcrowded buses speeding across some muddy road in Thailand. The word "adventurous" triggers images of bungee-jumping accidents and hepatitis B. The sight of old people informs us of how alone we'll be in the end, no matter how many friends we have on speed-dial now. The Internets remind us daily of how elevators plummet and brides get left at the altar and teenagers stockpile weapons and killer bacteria lurk on every surface.
This is why we love "House," a weekly snuff film for neurotics and hypochondriacs, and cling to "The Sopranos," a dark morality tale for guilt-plagued competitive consumers, wandering like ghosts through their crappy jobs just to keep their high-end appliances and service-economy lifestyles intact. "The Bachelor" is just an extended exercise in heart-splitting rejection for insecure wannabe Cinderellas who fear that the champagne-rose-fantasy-suite fairy tale will always evaporate into a few beers, a rented movie and a suspiciously stained futon. And "CSI" offers an endless loop of random, unfair victimization of ladies with bad habits for women who feel powerless in their marriages, and the men who love them that way.
Parking My Troubles
Now that I have a week off I am going to attempt, for a second time, to get a parking sticker for my car. For reasons I won't go into, I've been limited all this time to a visitor hangtag, which means I can only park on the block on which I live. There have been a couple of times when I've had to circle the block for twenty minutes, usually after an incredibly long day at work, waiting for someone to leave so that I could park it and go into my house.
I live within walking distance of both New Line Cinema (to the west of me) and CBS Studios (to the east). How wonderful it would be to work in either of those places so I could walk to work and never have to move my car again! Parking problem solved.
I live within walking distance of both New Line Cinema (to the west of me) and CBS Studios (to the east). How wonderful it would be to work in either of those places so I could walk to work and never have to move my car again! Parking problem solved.
Hustler
A few blocks south of where I live stands the "Flynt Publications" building on Wilshire Boulevard. I can't help but be curious about what goes on in there every time I drive past the building.
Well now I can wonder no more, thanks to a book called "Money Changes Everything," edited by Jenny Offill and Elissa Schappell. Yesterday I came upon the essay "Dirty Work" by Lydia Millet in which she describes taking a copy editing position there in 1991 after enduring a couple of bad, low-paying jobs in L.A. Interesting stuff for the curious, but it certainly lifts the veil and gives a portrait of a truly weird yet ultimately mundane and soul-crushing workplace.
Well now I can wonder no more, thanks to a book called "Money Changes Everything," edited by Jenny Offill and Elissa Schappell. Yesterday I came upon the essay "Dirty Work" by Lydia Millet in which she describes taking a copy editing position there in 1991 after enduring a couple of bad, low-paying jobs in L.A. Interesting stuff for the curious, but it certainly lifts the veil and gives a portrait of a truly weird yet ultimately mundane and soul-crushing workplace.
Saturday, May 26, 2007
Ruff Life
There are a lot of pampered pooches in this city; doggie bakeries abound.
My neighbor's dog has her own personal stationary, which she uses to leave us apology notes about her barking.
My neighbor's dog has her own personal stationary, which she uses to leave us apology notes about her barking.
It's A Crisis
A little over a year ago I was in Chicago for an anniversary party for two gay men who were friends of friends. Over breakfast one morning we discussed the fact that women and gay men have their midlife crisis early, closer to forty, as opposed to straight men, who experience a crisis closer to fifty.
Doing a little research on the internet, I have found I'm a pretty classic case, with many of the symptoms first appearing while I was in Austin, debating whether to continue on my current course or move somewhere new. From www.capitalhealth.ca:
Doing a little research on the internet, I have found I'm a pretty classic case, with many of the symptoms first appearing while I was in Austin, debating whether to continue on my current course or move somewhere new. From www.capitalhealth.ca:
Is change coming? Experts suggest the following signs indicate you may be in the process of reevaluating your life:
- Discontent with life or lifestyle
- Boredom with people and things in your life
- Dissatisfied with marital relationship
- Feelings of adventurousness, recklessness and desire to do something completely different
- Lack of zest for life
- Questioning the meaning of life and previous decisions
- Confusion about who you are and where your life is going
- Burnout or prolonged high level of stress
- Depression, continuous irritability, moodiness, overall apathy
- Inability to relax during downtime'
- Need to achieve more, thinking it will make you happy when you do
- Feelings of inadequacy or dependence
- Anxiety disorder, feelings of anxiety in general or feelings of anxiety about the future
- Alcohol, drug, gambling or other addictive behaviours
- Question the value of contributions at work
Friday, May 25, 2007
The Long Goodbye
In celebration of my last week at work, I checked out a Robert Altman dvd from the library called "The Long Goodbye." Elliot Gould plays Philip Marlowe as he tries to solve a murder in Malibu.
Dvds only check out for two days here and there are no renewals. It's a tough town.
Dvds only check out for two days here and there are no renewals. It's a tough town.
Swamp Thing
I ordered something called a "swamp cooler" last week in anticipation of the heat this summer. Stand-alone AC units can run $600-$1000, so swamp coolers, which can run as low as $100, seemed like a good alternative.
My room might get a little muggy though. My roommate straightens her hair and seems concerned about the humidity seeping out from under my door.
My room might get a little muggy though. My roommate straightens her hair and seems concerned about the humidity seeping out from under my door.
Thursday, May 24, 2007
The Runaways
Previously I mentioned that all of my relatives live in Texas, but I realized that is not 100% accurate. My cousin's wife's gay brother lives in West Hollywood. We chatted on the phone recently.
We are the black sheep who ran away to Hollywood! But he's thinking of moving to Austin now.
We are the black sheep who ran away to Hollywood! But he's thinking of moving to Austin now.
In Sickness
I had another bad sore throat this week. If it's not my throat, it's my stomach, or else I can't sleep.
Three years ago, when I was living in Austin, a friend of mine, who is three years older than me, moved to Seattle. She also suffered from stress and headaches and insomnia after moving. I spent hours on the phone with her, empathizing and sharing my own ambivalent feelings about staying long term in Austin. She certainly didn't make moving to the West Coast look easy, as she talked a lot about the expense and the job obstacles and the difficulty of trying to make friends while in such a vulnerable position (new to town, no relatives in the area, single, jobless, etc.).
Well, I made the move anyway, and now that I'm going through all those things, she has completely disappeared, with little explanation other than problems with a new boyfriend. All I can say is, it must have been nice to have had a friend like me.
Ironically, before I moved, I became friends with a woman three years younger than me, with the same first name as my friend who moved to Seattle, and she's still making a go of it in Austin while experiencing some of the same things I went through there (albeit with a far better outlook). And I'm now on the West Coast, calling her to kvetch.
Three years ago, when I was living in Austin, a friend of mine, who is three years older than me, moved to Seattle. She also suffered from stress and headaches and insomnia after moving. I spent hours on the phone with her, empathizing and sharing my own ambivalent feelings about staying long term in Austin. She certainly didn't make moving to the West Coast look easy, as she talked a lot about the expense and the job obstacles and the difficulty of trying to make friends while in such a vulnerable position (new to town, no relatives in the area, single, jobless, etc.).
Well, I made the move anyway, and now that I'm going through all those things, she has completely disappeared, with little explanation other than problems with a new boyfriend. All I can say is, it must have been nice to have had a friend like me.
Ironically, before I moved, I became friends with a woman three years younger than me, with the same first name as my friend who moved to Seattle, and she's still making a go of it in Austin while experiencing some of the same things I went through there (albeit with a far better outlook). And I'm now on the West Coast, calling her to kvetch.
Snakes in the Grass, Part II
The first guy who really broke my heart lives in L.A. He's a "producer," natch.
Am I going to contact him? No.
Am I going to contact him? No.
Or Maybe Not
After my interview yesterday I found out it was just a "preliminary" screening. In three weeks I'll find out if I made it onto a list of contenders that is active for six months. If an appropriate librarian position materializes within those six months, I will then be called in for an interview for that position.
I have gone from feeling like I have a pretty good shot at a position to assuming it is unlikely to happen and I need to move on to another plan.
I'm still taking a week or two off to regroup and then I'll go from there. Back to trying to get into the entertainment industry, I guess. The personal assistant thing is seeming appealing again. I have now met two people who are friends with people who were assistants to John Cusack. What are the chances, I ask you.
I'm coming to terms with the possibility of losing a large chunk of my life savings on this whole L.A. endeavor.
One more day at my current gig. Another possible replacement showed up today and I'm now training her (she's the third). She's just out of college and seems very bright. She really wants to do set design. She's been in L.A. a few months longer than I have but her experience in the job market here has been almost identical. She was temping for a while but kept getting sent to Santa Monica until she finally put her foot down and said she wouldn't do the commute anymore. She is equally dismayed at the pay rates. She finally decided to take something permanent because of the "stress" of taking short-term temp jobs, and now she is taking over the job that I am leaving.
I have gone from feeling like I have a pretty good shot at a position to assuming it is unlikely to happen and I need to move on to another plan.
I'm still taking a week or two off to regroup and then I'll go from there. Back to trying to get into the entertainment industry, I guess. The personal assistant thing is seeming appealing again. I have now met two people who are friends with people who were assistants to John Cusack. What are the chances, I ask you.
I'm coming to terms with the possibility of losing a large chunk of my life savings on this whole L.A. endeavor.
One more day at my current gig. Another possible replacement showed up today and I'm now training her (she's the third). She's just out of college and seems very bright. She really wants to do set design. She's been in L.A. a few months longer than I have but her experience in the job market here has been almost identical. She was temping for a while but kept getting sent to Santa Monica until she finally put her foot down and said she wouldn't do the commute anymore. She is equally dismayed at the pay rates. She finally decided to take something permanent because of the "stress" of taking short-term temp jobs, and now she is taking over the job that I am leaving.
Monday, May 21, 2007
Back to the Books
On Wednesday I have an interview with the library system here. Since I know I'm going to be in L.A. for at least another year, I'm now in a position to make the commitment. Frankly, I also could use some "damage control" on my career and finances since things are not exactly turning out as planned.
Five months ago I could have answered any library related questions at the drop of a hat, but now I'm actually somewhat concerned about blowing the interview. So much has happened in the intervening five months that the slow hard drive that is my brain may have trouble recalling answers in an interview.
If it doesn't work out, I figure I can always find another job answering the phone somewhere.
Five months ago I could have answered any library related questions at the drop of a hat, but now I'm actually somewhat concerned about blowing the interview. So much has happened in the intervening five months that the slow hard drive that is my brain may have trouble recalling answers in an interview.
If it doesn't work out, I figure I can always find another job answering the phone somewhere.
The Fat Lady Sings
The title of this post is a reference to the fact that this is the last week at my current gig, but it's also a reference to my new obsession with "The Sopranos," which seems to have a lot in common with "Grosse Pointe Blank." I just started watching "The Sopranos" two episodes ago but now I'm hooked on seeing it all play out.
It's been a nice distraction, as the past week at the job was another trial of unappreciated endurance, with another date that went nowhere, followed by a disappointing weekend. Friday night was spent with my roommate cleaning out melted food in the fridge (from a prior mishap), followed by the breakage of a glass jar filled with coins (it fell off the refrigerator), followed by another blown fuse, followed by problems with our internet connection as a result of the blown fuse. I did attend an interesting "Un-Cabaret" stand-up show Saturday night that featured comedy based on real life experiences as opposed to set-ups and punchlines, but at the last minute plans were changed and I had to go alone. It's awkward to attend events alone here as they usually include a cumpolsory meal and thus are set up with table seating as opposed to auditorium seating. The comics were really sharp though (writers and actors from "The Office" and "Curb Your Enthusiasm") and so it felt cathartic. Sunday I went on a challenging hike in Pacific Palisades with a group that consisted of four couples and five single women. Sunday night a date I was supposed to go on got bungled and thus cancelled.
Ah, the weekend... almost makes me long for the workweek except for the fact of my current job.
It's been a nice distraction, as the past week at the job was another trial of unappreciated endurance, with another date that went nowhere, followed by a disappointing weekend. Friday night was spent with my roommate cleaning out melted food in the fridge (from a prior mishap), followed by the breakage of a glass jar filled with coins (it fell off the refrigerator), followed by another blown fuse, followed by problems with our internet connection as a result of the blown fuse. I did attend an interesting "Un-Cabaret" stand-up show Saturday night that featured comedy based on real life experiences as opposed to set-ups and punchlines, but at the last minute plans were changed and I had to go alone. It's awkward to attend events alone here as they usually include a cumpolsory meal and thus are set up with table seating as opposed to auditorium seating. The comics were really sharp though (writers and actors from "The Office" and "Curb Your Enthusiasm") and so it felt cathartic. Sunday I went on a challenging hike in Pacific Palisades with a group that consisted of four couples and five single women. Sunday night a date I was supposed to go on got bungled and thus cancelled.
Ah, the weekend... almost makes me long for the workweek except for the fact of my current job.
Sunday, May 13, 2007
Snakes in the Grass
I just returned home from Runyon Canyon where I witnessed a guy in shorts and a pair of flip flops chase down a rattlesnake and bludgeon it to death with a golf club.
Other than that, the weekend has been fairly uneventful. I went to a dive bar in Hollywood on Friday night but spent the rest of the weekend in bed, reading and recovering from one of the most exhausting workweeks of my life. I did finish up a greatly entertaining book called "I Love You, Let's Meet: Adventures in Online Dating."
And on that note, I received an e-mail from the editor of one of my favorite publications this weekend and hopefully will be meeting him in person soon. The publication is highly ironic, so it will be interesting to hear how it is faring in sunny L.A. A "sense of irony" is not one of the qualities that immediately springs to mind when I think of Southern Californians.
My social life is mainly comprised of these one-on-one meetings. I am adjusting to the fact that "community" is something I may not experience here, but I suppose the upside of that is the anonymity.
Other than that, the weekend has been fairly uneventful. I went to a dive bar in Hollywood on Friday night but spent the rest of the weekend in bed, reading and recovering from one of the most exhausting workweeks of my life. I did finish up a greatly entertaining book called "I Love You, Let's Meet: Adventures in Online Dating."
And on that note, I received an e-mail from the editor of one of my favorite publications this weekend and hopefully will be meeting him in person soon. The publication is highly ironic, so it will be interesting to hear how it is faring in sunny L.A. A "sense of irony" is not one of the qualities that immediately springs to mind when I think of Southern Californians.
My social life is mainly comprised of these one-on-one meetings. I am adjusting to the fact that "community" is something I may not experience here, but I suppose the upside of that is the anonymity.
Friday, May 11, 2007
Alcatraz!
I was cajoled into staying at my job an additional week and continue to run around like a crazed office monkey every day. I'm too tired to do much else right now. Hopefully will get out some this weekend.
We had a ninety degree day on Tuesday, and my apartment is without air conditioning. Even with the windows open, it was too hot too sleep, so I had another night of insomnia on top of everything else.
I have an interview with the library system in two weeks. Libraries are no longer the quiet, calm places of yesteryear, but nothing could be more hectic than my current situation!
We had a ninety degree day on Tuesday, and my apartment is without air conditioning. Even with the windows open, it was too hot too sleep, so I had another night of insomnia on top of everything else.
I have an interview with the library system in two weeks. Libraries are no longer the quiet, calm places of yesteryear, but nothing could be more hectic than my current situation!
Saturday, May 5, 2007
Ticket Me Elmo
Last night I gassed up my Toyota. $35. Unbelievable.
Today, Saturday, I had a lunch date in Larchmont. Beautiful breezy sunny day. I saw some roommate postings for Larchmont before I moved out here, and the rents were a bit cheaper, but I didn't know anything about the area. It's a little further east than my current neighborhood but has a very cute main street. Supposedly it is modelled after Larchmont, New York.
When I got back to my car I had another $40 parking ticket on the windshield! This makes number 3. Welcome to Larchmont.
When I got home I helped a birthday party performer on the sidewalk outside my apartment zip up into her Elmo suit.
Today, Saturday, I had a lunch date in Larchmont. Beautiful breezy sunny day. I saw some roommate postings for Larchmont before I moved out here, and the rents were a bit cheaper, but I didn't know anything about the area. It's a little further east than my current neighborhood but has a very cute main street. Supposedly it is modelled after Larchmont, New York.
When I got back to my car I had another $40 parking ticket on the windshield! This makes number 3. Welcome to Larchmont.
When I got home I helped a birthday party performer on the sidewalk outside my apartment zip up into her Elmo suit.
Friday, May 4, 2007
It's Decided
The hot water wasn't working in my apartment last night so I had to shower at LA Fitness this morning. While I was in the shower, the gym's fire alarm went off. I'm so glad this week is over.
It ended with some good news though (I guess). I found out I have some new tenants for my condo in Austin, and I will be earning more rent this time around. Looks like I won't be returning to Austin anytime soon...
After I found out about the tenants, one of the higher-ups at my job tried to talk me into staying on at the company. I am very susceptible to that kind of thing, but I think I'll be moving on. I'm feeling a little more optimistic about my job possibilities, as I've found out about a couple more entertainment placement agencies, am waiting to see what happens with the library, and am already being courted with new opportunities from one of my current agencies.
I so badly want a couple of weeks off though. I bought some guidebooks tonight on Los Angeles and environs and I realized I have barely scratched the surface!
It ended with some good news though (I guess). I found out I have some new tenants for my condo in Austin, and I will be earning more rent this time around. Looks like I won't be returning to Austin anytime soon...
After I found out about the tenants, one of the higher-ups at my job tried to talk me into staying on at the company. I am very susceptible to that kind of thing, but I think I'll be moving on. I'm feeling a little more optimistic about my job possibilities, as I've found out about a couple more entertainment placement agencies, am waiting to see what happens with the library, and am already being courted with new opportunities from one of my current agencies.
I so badly want a couple of weeks off though. I bought some guidebooks tonight on Los Angeles and environs and I realized I have barely scratched the surface!
Thursday, May 3, 2007
Small Town Vs. Big Town
After eight years in Austin I felt that every new person I met was only one degree separated from me; we would almost always have at least one friend or acquaintance in common. At this point, I can't imagine that being the case in Los Angeles. Perhaps those incestuous connections are true within a particular industry, but even then, it's hard for me to imagine.
Although, I did find out last week that someone I dated in Austin and the husband of a friend of mine in L.A. both dated the same semi-famous woman.
Although, I did find out last week that someone I dated in Austin and the husband of a friend of mine in L.A. both dated the same semi-famous woman.
Wednesday, May 2, 2007
Milestones
Los Angeles just ranked number one for air pollution again, and it has officially surpassed the four million mark in terms of population.
Amendment
That new entertainment placement agency does indeed exist, but I had been given the wrong phone number, and the city did not lose my application and should be contacting me soon.
There are possibilities on the horizon again.
There are possibilities on the horizon again.
Tuesday, May 1, 2007
Things I Might Miss
One thing I do really like about Los Angeles is that, predictably, everyone other person I meet here is working in the entertainment industry. I would miss that if I left.
I appreciate people writing into the blog encouraging me to give the recommended entertainment placement agency a try, but I called the number today, and it was disconnected. I suspected as much, as I had done a very thorough search of placement agencies in town and had not come across that one. Agencies seem to fold rapidly here. My New Line friend mentioned that they placed people at Fox, but I had tried another agency that worked with Fox (I thought exclusively), and they had already sent me a "thanks but no thanks" e-mail.
I sent another e-mail to the Personal Assistant placement agency to let them know I was still interested, but they responded that I should stick with my current job so that I could have a good L.A. reference. My former coworkers in Austin have given me glowing references, but experience outside of L.A. doesn't always hold weight with people here.
I also called the city today and it looks like they might have lost my library application. May have to start over with that one.
Why all the job searching? I "gave notice" at my temp job today. It's too stressful a job for a career I'm halfhearted about in the first place. I won't go into it here, but I have to look after myself right now; I don't have a lot of stress-relievers to take the edge off a difficult job situation.
Right now I'm in the hands of fate. If my property manager finds new tenants in Austin, I will continue to stick it out here, but if her search drags on, I may be returning a lot sooner than expected...
I appreciate people writing into the blog encouraging me to give the recommended entertainment placement agency a try, but I called the number today, and it was disconnected. I suspected as much, as I had done a very thorough search of placement agencies in town and had not come across that one. Agencies seem to fold rapidly here. My New Line friend mentioned that they placed people at Fox, but I had tried another agency that worked with Fox (I thought exclusively), and they had already sent me a "thanks but no thanks" e-mail.
I sent another e-mail to the Personal Assistant placement agency to let them know I was still interested, but they responded that I should stick with my current job so that I could have a good L.A. reference. My former coworkers in Austin have given me glowing references, but experience outside of L.A. doesn't always hold weight with people here.
I also called the city today and it looks like they might have lost my library application. May have to start over with that one.
Why all the job searching? I "gave notice" at my temp job today. It's too stressful a job for a career I'm halfhearted about in the first place. I won't go into it here, but I have to look after myself right now; I don't have a lot of stress-relievers to take the edge off a difficult job situation.
Right now I'm in the hands of fate. If my property manager finds new tenants in Austin, I will continue to stick it out here, but if her search drags on, I may be returning a lot sooner than expected...
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