Just as so many times before, the moment has come for my 'triumphant' return to updating my blog, and claiming to become a stickler for improved updates. I shall do my best to maintain a blogger-typing relationship, but like my last three girlfriends...sometimes things just don't work out.
A lot has happened since last week. I suppose the most pressing would be my employement situation. I did take Ewing up on his offer to join his temp agency, a little skeptical of the legitamacy there of, but what do I have to loose right?
This agency was unlike any I have ever known before in that it seemed to have a more professional atmosphere to anything I have known before, let alone a 'sketchy' talent agency. After I met with Ewing's contact on the 'inside' I was asked to take several computer literacy/apptitude tests to challenge my level of basic computer knowledge. Let's just say at the close of the exams I had more 'street cred' than a 16-year-old suburbian girl who hates her parents. I aced all five tests showing scores which placed me into the upper 10 percent of all aplicants. Such acomplishments are always conforting when you fold jeans and t-shirts all day. In the end I was introduced about the office and told I would hear from them very soon. It turns out I was sent to a beautiful high-rise in Santa Monica the very next day in order to file papers at 12 dollars an hour.
Today I was given the opportunity to work in a beautiful high-rise in Downtown LA. I must say, the setting charmed me more than anything. Not only was the building I worked in acceptionally stunning, the atmosphere outside seemed to bustle with the activity of New York City itself. The work was wonderful in that I made 15 dollars an hour to read magazines and write jokes while periodically answering the phone (a total of 8 times in 7 hours). I could certainly grow accustomed to this.
In other earth-shattering news (as I am aware that this entire entry is bordering on trite in its failing ability to provide anything humorous or interesting) I have made my first real friend in the City. His name is Dan, and we first met at a Nebraksa Coast Connection meeting here at CBS television city. Though we met over two months ago, saturday night was the first time we actually hung out as Dan invited me to a party for some of his Peperdine friends in Santa Monica.
I must admit this whole concept of a 'party' had me feeling a little uneasy as I haven't exactly been a 'social butterfly' as of late with the whole lack of friends and everything, so I was a little nervous as to how I was going to adjust to the party scene. For those of you who know me, I will tell you only this: I'm back and better than ever. I turned a group of total strangers, into a group of Moore aficianados who seemed to hang on my every word and action. I must admit it felt good to be back...it was the first time I've been alive since I've been to California.
The addition of Dan to my overall presentation was also flawless. Dan played the role of wingman so brilliantly, his best moments seemed to portray the very stylings of one J Runge-saun on an 'off' night. Dan and I seemed to mesh together so well, many of the party goers assumed we were roomates or best-friends, and couldn't believe it when we explained this was our first outting together. (the entire scenario was much like a moore-runge outting in that we were able to play a wonderful give and take with the crowd, trusting each other's judgement as the game went along. Granted he's no Runge, but he'll do for the time being.)
Other than that, many things remain the same here in Sherman Oaks. My last day at bloomingdale's is Thursday as I prepare to head back to 'the good life' on Saturday for my father's birthday, ryan's wedding, and a much deserved vacation.
It's late now, and I'm tired. I had it coming.
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