Update... yes, somewhat lame, but really I never call anyone
OKAY kids gather around, how often do you get a Malia update really? Well this one is a doozy.
Here's a brief run down:
- Hate LA
- Didn't get fellowship
- Looking for other jobs
- Landlord is crazy
- might be moving in the next 30 days (or rather getting kicked out of apartment)
- definitely considering moving out of LA come Sept (when my contract is up)
Details below:
First things first, as many might or might not know, I am not happy living in LA, and for months now I've wanted to move... but it all seemed premature and without trial.
Until Monday. I was uber depressed because I had an awesome birthday weekend, and really who wants to go sit at work doing lame procedures following something like that? No one. Anyways, I was uber depressed and very unproductive (not good since I have procedures due on Friday) went home and curled up with Tigger at lunch I was so out of it.
Until Monday Afternoon. Now I have been waiting anxiously and nervously all of May to find out if I got the fellowship to go to Grad school (on the company's bill of course). I knew that the answer was supposed to come via writing some way or another so I've been checking the mail in a stalkish manner. Well, my functional manager walks into my office in the afternoon (weird, since I don't even think he's been to my "new" office that I moved into 6 months ago). And he tells me I didn't get the fellowship, there were a lot of people who applied and it came down to seniority.
So that was a shock, I totally thought I would get that.
Then I had class, I love class, its such a comfort zone for me and well the subject is awesome, I'm really excited to do my homework.
So Tuesday, woke up and realized that all my talk of finding another job and moving out of LA, might actually happen. Talk about nervous, excitement and a whole bunch of other things. Started to really think of where I would want to move, what I would want to do, etc.
Tuesday afterwork ran into my landlord at the apartment, first real conversation with her, and I realized she is crazy. Anyways, during the crazy conversation she mentioned that when Heather moves out I will have to sign a 1 year lease. WHOA. I didn't know that, Heather and I are on a month to month lease right now, so I just assumed that me staying in the apartment would continue the month to month, yeah no dice.
Well so landlord crazy lady won't negotiate at all to accomodate; which means I had to tell the intern who I said could move in, that she couldn't move in, because well its not like she is going to sign a year lease. Oh yeah and my landlord gave me 30 days notice... So I'm still searching for a roommate and this time I have to get them to sign a 1 year lease and let me hang out... and possibly have to find a new roommate if I move in September.
Today, crazy headache. My life feels like a roller coaster. I think its just because I am older. So that's that. Oh yeah and my job is not fun at all right now.
Here's a brief run down:
- Hate LA
- Didn't get fellowship
- Looking for other jobs
- Landlord is crazy
- might be moving in the next 30 days (or rather getting kicked out of apartment)
- definitely considering moving out of LA come Sept (when my contract is up)
Details below:
First things first, as many might or might not know, I am not happy living in LA, and for months now I've wanted to move... but it all seemed premature and without trial.
Until Monday. I was uber depressed because I had an awesome birthday weekend, and really who wants to go sit at work doing lame procedures following something like that? No one. Anyways, I was uber depressed and very unproductive (not good since I have procedures due on Friday) went home and curled up with Tigger at lunch I was so out of it.
Until Monday Afternoon. Now I have been waiting anxiously and nervously all of May to find out if I got the fellowship to go to Grad school (on the company's bill of course). I knew that the answer was supposed to come via writing some way or another so I've been checking the mail in a stalkish manner. Well, my functional manager walks into my office in the afternoon (weird, since I don't even think he's been to my "new" office that I moved into 6 months ago). And he tells me I didn't get the fellowship, there were a lot of people who applied and it came down to seniority.
So that was a shock, I totally thought I would get that.
Then I had class, I love class, its such a comfort zone for me and well the subject is awesome, I'm really excited to do my homework.
So Tuesday, woke up and realized that all my talk of finding another job and moving out of LA, might actually happen. Talk about nervous, excitement and a whole bunch of other things. Started to really think of where I would want to move, what I would want to do, etc.
Tuesday afterwork ran into my landlord at the apartment, first real conversation with her, and I realized she is crazy. Anyways, during the crazy conversation she mentioned that when Heather moves out I will have to sign a 1 year lease. WHOA. I didn't know that, Heather and I are on a month to month lease right now, so I just assumed that me staying in the apartment would continue the month to month, yeah no dice.
Well so landlord crazy lady won't negotiate at all to accomodate; which means I had to tell the intern who I said could move in, that she couldn't move in, because well its not like she is going to sign a year lease. Oh yeah and my landlord gave me 30 days notice... So I'm still searching for a roommate and this time I have to get them to sign a 1 year lease and let me hang out... and possibly have to find a new roommate if I move in September.
Today, crazy headache. My life feels like a roller coaster. I think its just because I am older. So that's that. Oh yeah and my job is not fun at all right now.