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So I guess it's probably time to sit down and write an entry about my first week here in Atlanta. It's gonna be a long one, but probably an interesting one. Here goes.
I moved up here to Atlanta on Saturday March 7th. The drive wasn't that bad, despite not having a whole lot of music to occupy my brain. I got in around six. I turned on the radio right when I got into Atlanta and as I turned it on the walk it out remix began..I knew this was a sign, and a good one at that. When I arrived at the house my roommates were taking out the trash. At first they didn't seem very welcoming, probably because, well they weren't. I unpacked all my stuff and got settled in and waited for Bryan and Kamal to come over so we could go to the movies. We went to Atlantic Station to see The Watchmen. It was really weird being there as a resident, and not a visitor, and well, not with Drew, since that is who I normally would have been there with. I didn't think much into that latter part though. Anyway, it was a good first night, we make quite the crew. Well now that I think about it, it wasnt a good first night, well minus hanging out with the boys, because I got home and went to sleep, but my roommates, their friend (another model), and their cousins and his friend came into town and they had gotten in from going out and were so obnoxious and loud. I'm talking this was the worst of my life experience with this sort of situation, even taking into consideration living in Villa Del Lago and all the shit I had to deal with there. Anyway, they probably got in around 3:30am or so and proceeded to be loud up until 6:30-7am....even though they knew I was there and trying to sleep after driving all the way there.
Revenge is sweet. I woke up around 10:30am and began my usual getting ready process, but louder than usual. I wanted to prove a point. I made sure to make it most uncomfortable for the cousins, especially since one of them found it necessary to yell outside my door "Gooooooo Gators" sometime in the night. So I walked amongst their air mattresses, slammed doors, played music. It was a good point getting across. Once I was done with proving my point, I went to Piedmont Park to go for a run. It was weird because I always imagined doing this, and I was actually doing it. But all the while i was thinking just that, that I am doing everything I always invisioned doing, I was just doing it alone. That made me a little heavy in the boots. Then I went to the Walmart, and well, inevitably thought the same thing.
Monday rolled around, my first day at Elite. It was probably the most terrible day I have had in a while. I really hated everything about where I was. I mean, I guess it was partly because I hate being new and not good at things. I also hate feeling like I am walking on egg shells. I hate fucking up, I hate feeling awkward, I hate not knowing what I am doing. All of these things were going on. I came very quickly under the understanding that my boss put on a real good front at being cool during the interview, cause she turned out to be everything but cool. She actually gets less cool as the days roll on, but everyday I get less caring of her, so it gets easier to handle. If anything I feel really bad for her, because she is such a bitch who takes her job and her pathetic life way too seriously. I drive a nicer car than she does, this speaks volumes to me, because this means that she is taking some stupid ass job that can't even afford her a car even close in equivilance to a fucking 2004 toyota corolla, and yet it's her life. I come to find out she stays in that office, alone mind you, some nights, scratch that, most nights, until around 9:30. She doesnt have a boyfriend, she doesnt have kids, an ex-husband, roommates, and probably friends. Whatever, fuck her. Moving on to the rest of my week. It's not awful, I mean, as long as I am staying busy (which I get busier every day it seems, which is badass), I am alright. The work really isnt rocket science and every day I get better at what I do. I just hope that I continually stay busy, that way I can not have to hear my boss say "please don't stand behind me and do nothing".
Thank god for Bryan and Kamal. It's really tough not having Ruairi to come home to, but stopping at the studio has given me a good release and substitute to stopping at his house at the end of my days. We three hangout every day. I don't really know what I would do without them. I'm already serverly unhappy, but when I am with them I dont have to think about it. Anyway, I am gonna cut this short, because they are actually on their way over now and I wanna get ready to go out and do something, cause its friday night and I feel alright fairly decent.
I moved up here to Atlanta on Saturday March 7th. The drive wasn't that bad, despite not having a whole lot of music to occupy my brain. I got in around six. I turned on the radio right when I got into Atlanta and as I turned it on the walk it out remix began..I knew this was a sign, and a good one at that. When I arrived at the house my roommates were taking out the trash. At first they didn't seem very welcoming, probably because, well they weren't. I unpacked all my stuff and got settled in and waited for Bryan and Kamal to come over so we could go to the movies. We went to Atlantic Station to see The Watchmen. It was really weird being there as a resident, and not a visitor, and well, not with Drew, since that is who I normally would have been there with. I didn't think much into that latter part though. Anyway, it was a good first night, we make quite the crew. Well now that I think about it, it wasnt a good first night, well minus hanging out with the boys, because I got home and went to sleep, but my roommates, their friend (another model), and their cousins and his friend came into town and they had gotten in from going out and were so obnoxious and loud. I'm talking this was the worst of my life experience with this sort of situation, even taking into consideration living in Villa Del Lago and all the shit I had to deal with there. Anyway, they probably got in around 3:30am or so and proceeded to be loud up until 6:30-7am....even though they knew I was there and trying to sleep after driving all the way there.
Revenge is sweet. I woke up around 10:30am and began my usual getting ready process, but louder than usual. I wanted to prove a point. I made sure to make it most uncomfortable for the cousins, especially since one of them found it necessary to yell outside my door "Gooooooo Gators" sometime in the night. So I walked amongst their air mattresses, slammed doors, played music. It was a good point getting across. Once I was done with proving my point, I went to Piedmont Park to go for a run. It was weird because I always imagined doing this, and I was actually doing it. But all the while i was thinking just that, that I am doing everything I always invisioned doing, I was just doing it alone. That made me a little heavy in the boots. Then I went to the Walmart, and well, inevitably thought the same thing.
Monday rolled around, my first day at Elite. It was probably the most terrible day I have had in a while. I really hated everything about where I was. I mean, I guess it was partly because I hate being new and not good at things. I also hate feeling like I am walking on egg shells. I hate fucking up, I hate feeling awkward, I hate not knowing what I am doing. All of these things were going on. I came very quickly under the understanding that my boss put on a real good front at being cool during the interview, cause she turned out to be everything but cool. She actually gets less cool as the days roll on, but everyday I get less caring of her, so it gets easier to handle. If anything I feel really bad for her, because she is such a bitch who takes her job and her pathetic life way too seriously. I drive a nicer car than she does, this speaks volumes to me, because this means that she is taking some stupid ass job that can't even afford her a car even close in equivilance to a fucking 2004 toyota corolla, and yet it's her life. I come to find out she stays in that office, alone mind you, some nights, scratch that, most nights, until around 9:30. She doesnt have a boyfriend, she doesnt have kids, an ex-husband, roommates, and probably friends. Whatever, fuck her. Moving on to the rest of my week. It's not awful, I mean, as long as I am staying busy (which I get busier every day it seems, which is badass), I am alright. The work really isnt rocket science and every day I get better at what I do. I just hope that I continually stay busy, that way I can not have to hear my boss say "please don't stand behind me and do nothing".
Thank god for Bryan and Kamal. It's really tough not having Ruairi to come home to, but stopping at the studio has given me a good release and substitute to stopping at his house at the end of my days. We three hangout every day. I don't really know what I would do without them. I'm already serverly unhappy, but when I am with them I dont have to think about it. Anyway, I am gonna cut this short, because they are actually on their way over now and I wanna get ready to go out and do something, cause its friday night and I feel alright fairly decent.