It has really been a long road a hoe for me to find a job since moving to LA 3 months ago- building a life for yourself is exhausting! I know that many people in America have been out of work way longer than 3 months and have had to support an entire family on practically nothing, but in fairness to me, supporting yourself for the first time is hard too, especially with cold-pressed juice and gel nail manicures being so expensive.
Plus, it wasn’t as if I was looking for a job in my field. I had a few interviews for some cool positions that I didn’t get, but to be honest, if I had landed something that both paid well and was Facebook brag-worthy, I would just be waiting for my parents to tell me they’re getting a divorce or that all my childhood possessions had been destroyed in a garage flood, Monica Gellar-style. It would be too suspiciously easy.
Like when I interviewed at ABC.
I got an email on my phone with the subject line, “Social Media Manager at ABC,” and then my alert showed the first line of the message which said, “we found your resume on Indeed.com and….” AND, AND, AND?! I had this immediate rush of excitement, and I stopped what I was doing to run to the computer and read the rest:
“We found your resume on Indeed.com, and we were wondering if you would like to interview for the social media manager position at Animal Behavioral College?”
Oh, riiiiiiight, cool, cool, cool. So, not the studio, then? K.
But you know what? I interviewed there, anyway. AND I DIDN’T GET IT.
Another job I didn’t get was here:
This was the waiting room before my interview at a company that makes lube and other massage-y sex products that taste like watermelon. The picture is blurry because I could hear the manager walking down the hall and I panicked. He introduced himself, then took me in the conference room that was decorated with more giant canvases featuring people having sex with their clothes on, and then sat me down in a white, patent leather chair. Based on the soft core porn artwork and baskets of free lube in the break room, I can’t tell if it would have been a fun place to work or sexually hostile, but I’ll never know.
But I finally got a temp-to-possibly-permanent receptionist job where I am mostly left alone, which is my idea of a dream job no matter what I’m doing. Yesterday there was s’more muffins from Ralph’s in the break room and I’m in very close proximity to a place that sells boba tea, so it looks like my parent’s finally have something they can brag about to their coworkers.