Factory Girl

My roommate auditioned for a game show gig today and kept me up last night asking for advice on outfits. Then I was woken up this morning with a call about a temp job in Santa Monica at a clothing manufacturer; the position involved helping one of the designers prepare for a trade show. Again, a stretch for "entertainment," but my agency did say this was an unusual job for them to place.

I agreed to take it and spent the day steaming and folding clothes and creating clothing labels. It was actually pretty taxing, and I go back again tomorrow.

Here's an odd story. Yesterday evening I had a drink with a date in Westwood, and while I was steaming the shirts this morning, he rang me on my cell. I couldn't pick it up when he called but figured I'd call him back over lunch. After several bungled attempts at finding a place to eat, I ended up in the Yahoo! courtyard, and just after I ordered something at the counter and was digging my cell phone out of my purse, I ran into him. Strange, as he doesn't even work at Yahoo! He was standing around with his friends, and it was awkward in a "high school cafeteria" type of way.

I told him I was stalking him (he looked like he believed me). We had lunch together. When I got back to work and told the designer what had happened, he responded that it was "just like a John Cusack movie."

The Monday Blues

Had a nice, social weekend. Dinner and drinks Friday night with a friend in the neighborhood and then an all-day pool party in Sherman Oaks on Saturday. It’s fashion week here, so on Sunday morning I walked by a model lying in the driveway next door having her shots taken.

Found out today that the cruiseline is not going to fund one of the positions I interviewed for and they chose someone else for the other one. Luckily I put some other job search strategies in motion over the weekend (including some networking, L.A. style, in the hot tub at the party) since I predicted that might happen.

I’m trying not to fret (yet).