Entries from January 2009

January 28, 2009

Catalina Pictures

Voila pictures from my introduction to the west coast: The Boyfriend’s and my trip to Catalina.

January 28, 2009

Unpaid Vacation

Surprisingly enough, that interview I was so gracefully late for did not result in an offer of full time employment. And even weirder, considering I know next to no one in LA and have pretty much exhausted what few connections I have, I have no other interviews lined up. Worse than all that, this 9-5 [...]

January 17, 2009


It should be in my mouth. Why is it not?

January 14, 2009

How To Show Up Late and Panting Like A Lunatic To Your First Interview

When everyone bitches and moans about the LA “motherfucking  smog infested bumper-to-bumper makes-you-want-to-slam-your-head-on-the-steering-wheel” traffic, they’re not kidding. 
I had an interview today at 11am about 29 minutes away from The Boyfriend’s apartment and planned to leave at 10am to allow plenty of time to get there. My morning went as follows:
9am: Take a shower using extra [...]

January 14, 2009

Just finished reading

Chasing Harry Winston
It was  classic beach read: the writing was repetitive, the women were loose and in the end everything wrapped up in a neat little bow. And I’m not embarrassed to say, I enjoyed it. 

January 13, 2009

And not because someone is chasing me

Either because I’m shedding my lazy East Coast habits of sleeping all day and spending my spare time parked on my couch with a cheesesteak and dvr’d crap tv or because I’m unemployed and left to my own devices all day I have taken up exercising. And by “taken up” I mean I’ve done it [...]

January 12, 2009

My Western Welcome

After an hour-long 5am car haul to the airport, a 30-minute security line, a 30-minute plane de-icing, a 6-hour flight to LA, another hour-long car ride to the Boyfriend’s apartment then back to Long Beach and an hour-long boat ride in darkness I finally (phew) made it to my destination – Catalina Island, CA. 
Stunned and [...]

January 5, 2009

Counting Down

It’s about two days until I cram everything I own into over-sized bags and haul them across the country. Of course I’m not at all packed or prepared as I’ve spent the time intended for packing and preparing sitting on my ass watching reruns and eating salty snacks. All time well spent.