in transition
Yes my LJ has not been updated since i have been in LA. I know everyone is going crazy not knowing what is going on in my life. Well ... not much ... 3 letters basically ... D N C ... but not for much longer. I lasted at that place for almost 2 weeks. It was hell on earth seriously. A job for the chronically unemployed and wealthy jewish college students without bills to pay whose purpose in life is to pad a resume that will get them into politics. if you know me, you know i cannot possibly fit into either of those categories. I did walk away with some interesting stories to tell...
Day 1: hollywood hills as eugenes shadow. eugene is as short as me, with tight jeans, the strokes hair, polo shirts, and an overly salivated mouth that spews overpronounced words in excess. i dressed nice for this first day, which was a mistake. hiking up huge hills in the blistering heat was not fun. while following eugene i wanted to kill myself. we raised a little money. then he cut me loose. my first house was this writer/director/producer guy. done some movies i liked and a few i hate. handsome nice smelling man in his forties. invites me in, talks to me for a while, asks me to have dinner, writes me a phat check, tells me to stop by again sometime. now if i was any other 23 year old girl i would have done one of two things: slept with him (its a small percentage, but still) or been so repulsed by the old guy to the point of running out of the house and screaming for their field manager (yes, it has happened). But I am tanya, so what do i do, i spark intelligent conversation with the guy, until he starts to stumble over his words and gives me that "how are you doing this to ME" look, and leave him hanging right after he signs the check. Then i walk all the way up to mulholland, a stones throw from the hollywood sign and sit for a minute and enjoy the view. i get another contribution from a woman who is talking to germaine dupree on the phone. Meet back with the dwarf, and he gives me shit because the mans check is a business check (he just wanted to show off his production company so i would know who he was, yeah, it worked)so i have to go back to his house at 915pm. he is in workout clothes, sweating but doing so very well, and smelling like soothing lavender. He writes me a personal check, flirts some more and tells me to stop by for dinner sometime. I have not ... not sure if I plan to ... maybe if i am so poor i dont have anything else to eat.
Day 2: Westlake village, with the troll and colin. Colin, cute boy with longish soft hair and a lip piercing who goes to cal ... thought he was cute until i found out he was 18 ::cringe:: In westlake i encounter more republicans than i could handle, get told off a few times, cover streets that were canvassed the day before, and manage to squeeze a bit of money out of the one democrat i found all day.
Day 3: Miracle Mile with lame crew. Guy with browning teeth ... fellow gaucho. see a naked guy. Do well enough to be hired on.
Day 4: Miracle Mile again (punishment for making quota the day before) but on a much poorer street. Depressed, I raise $3 all day, cry on the curb because these families are so depressing. Oh, and I fall running from a dog, skin my knee and rip one of my favorite pairs of pants.
Day 5: Venice. I kick some major booty. Do the best in my crew. Raise double quota. Meet a VP and a director for disney. Run from a lot of dogs.
Day 6: Granada Hills. Nearly die in the republican city with unbelievable heat.
Day 7: Thousand Oaks, drowning in republicans, manage to make quota.
Day 8: Granada Hills again. Map with streets that dont exist, and the ones that do are drawn incorrectly. Raise $0. Have a man tell me I deserve to die.
Day 9: Final day. beverly hills, on rodeo just below sunset. Have a vietnamese lady yell at me "forget it, we don't want to kill the baby, go go go". Talk to intercoms and maids all day. Run into Chris half way through my day, who I have this odd connection with before we have ever spoke to each other, not to be confused with attraction. His compassion and honesty makes me realize I need to quit. We talk for almost an hour.
So friday i call in sick, monday as well, I quit last night.
Interview at the hammer museum yesturday, where I will be working for low pay and good benefits as a museum guard. oh how i love being a university employee.
Yesturday and today I am doing some temp work at a real estate office (hence the long update). Bossman (who is in the hoobastank video) is trying to get me to quit the hammer and be his assistant, but I might hang myself if I had to hear about interest rates and refinancing all day. People here are sort of spazzy too. Odd how something so mundane like loans can become your life. Odd how I am the most educated person in the room and my major priorities include answering the phone, being sure office doors stay shut, and whatever lame projects they give me so I will stop typing.
LA is going well. The living situation is better than I imagined it would be (i am usually pesimistic and accurate about these things) but yes, my friend of many years and I don't want to kill each other yet, amazing. I have brief violent fantasies about the other girl though. Then there was the girl who lived there for a few weeks and had more guys in her bed in that time than I have had in my whole life.
Speaking of boys in bed ... I miss frenchie terribly. I hope he comes to visit soon, or I can get up there to see him ... yeah I know I am crazy. We talk on the phone and online quite a bit. It works I guess. I enjoy talking to him, he always has something new to say...and he hangs up when he his temper takes over rather than being a jerk to me.
I see Clark pretty frequently. Well more than I should is maybe how I should phrase that. Trying not to get in a trap with him like I did with M, same dynamics.
Been going to a lot of shows. Saw Buckethead, amazing. Went to some punk show on Sunday. Saw RunRunRun again when I first cam down here. Might see Camera Obscura tonight. Might see Miss Kitten in a few weeks. Yes, LA is fun.
Saw Jack Black at Buckethead. Watched F9/11 with Enrique Iglesias and Anna Kournikova.
I miss the weather in SB. I miss not having to worry about money so much. I miss frenchie of course. I miss intellectual stimulation. I miss my evolution groupies. I miss a job where people love me, and even though it is lame, there is some meaning. I miss not feeling like work is my life. I miss stress that is worth stressing over. Am I homesick?
Things are falling together. I hope to be "happy" by the fall. I hope to make at least a few new friends, maybe find someone worth going on a date with. I hope to have more time alone with my guitar. I hope things change. I hope I am in grad school before I get a promotion to guard supervisor at the museum.
Day 1: hollywood hills as eugenes shadow. eugene is as short as me, with tight jeans, the strokes hair, polo shirts, and an overly salivated mouth that spews overpronounced words in excess. i dressed nice for this first day, which was a mistake. hiking up huge hills in the blistering heat was not fun. while following eugene i wanted to kill myself. we raised a little money. then he cut me loose. my first house was this writer/director/producer guy. done some movies i liked and a few i hate. handsome nice smelling man in his forties. invites me in, talks to me for a while, asks me to have dinner, writes me a phat check, tells me to stop by again sometime. now if i was any other 23 year old girl i would have done one of two things: slept with him (its a small percentage, but still) or been so repulsed by the old guy to the point of running out of the house and screaming for their field manager (yes, it has happened). But I am tanya, so what do i do, i spark intelligent conversation with the guy, until he starts to stumble over his words and gives me that "how are you doing this to ME" look, and leave him hanging right after he signs the check. Then i walk all the way up to mulholland, a stones throw from the hollywood sign and sit for a minute and enjoy the view. i get another contribution from a woman who is talking to germaine dupree on the phone. Meet back with the dwarf, and he gives me shit because the mans check is a business check (he just wanted to show off his production company so i would know who he was, yeah, it worked)so i have to go back to his house at 915pm. he is in workout clothes, sweating but doing so very well, and smelling like soothing lavender. He writes me a personal check, flirts some more and tells me to stop by for dinner sometime. I have not ... not sure if I plan to ... maybe if i am so poor i dont have anything else to eat.
Day 2: Westlake village, with the troll and colin. Colin, cute boy with longish soft hair and a lip piercing who goes to cal ... thought he was cute until i found out he was 18 ::cringe:: In westlake i encounter more republicans than i could handle, get told off a few times, cover streets that were canvassed the day before, and manage to squeeze a bit of money out of the one democrat i found all day.
Day 3: Miracle Mile with lame crew. Guy with browning teeth ... fellow gaucho. see a naked guy. Do well enough to be hired on.
Day 4: Miracle Mile again (punishment for making quota the day before) but on a much poorer street. Depressed, I raise $3 all day, cry on the curb because these families are so depressing. Oh, and I fall running from a dog, skin my knee and rip one of my favorite pairs of pants.
Day 5: Venice. I kick some major booty. Do the best in my crew. Raise double quota. Meet a VP and a director for disney. Run from a lot of dogs.
Day 6: Granada Hills. Nearly die in the republican city with unbelievable heat.
Day 7: Thousand Oaks, drowning in republicans, manage to make quota.
Day 8: Granada Hills again. Map with streets that dont exist, and the ones that do are drawn incorrectly. Raise $0. Have a man tell me I deserve to die.
Day 9: Final day. beverly hills, on rodeo just below sunset. Have a vietnamese lady yell at me "forget it, we don't want to kill the baby, go go go". Talk to intercoms and maids all day. Run into Chris half way through my day, who I have this odd connection with before we have ever spoke to each other, not to be confused with attraction. His compassion and honesty makes me realize I need to quit. We talk for almost an hour.
So friday i call in sick, monday as well, I quit last night.
Interview at the hammer museum yesturday, where I will be working for low pay and good benefits as a museum guard. oh how i love being a university employee.
Yesturday and today I am doing some temp work at a real estate office (hence the long update). Bossman (who is in the hoobastank video) is trying to get me to quit the hammer and be his assistant, but I might hang myself if I had to hear about interest rates and refinancing all day. People here are sort of spazzy too. Odd how something so mundane like loans can become your life. Odd how I am the most educated person in the room and my major priorities include answering the phone, being sure office doors stay shut, and whatever lame projects they give me so I will stop typing.
LA is going well. The living situation is better than I imagined it would be (i am usually pesimistic and accurate about these things) but yes, my friend of many years and I don't want to kill each other yet, amazing. I have brief violent fantasies about the other girl though. Then there was the girl who lived there for a few weeks and had more guys in her bed in that time than I have had in my whole life.
Speaking of boys in bed ... I miss frenchie terribly. I hope he comes to visit soon, or I can get up there to see him ... yeah I know I am crazy. We talk on the phone and online quite a bit. It works I guess. I enjoy talking to him, he always has something new to say...and he hangs up when he his temper takes over rather than being a jerk to me.
I see Clark pretty frequently. Well more than I should is maybe how I should phrase that. Trying not to get in a trap with him like I did with M, same dynamics.
Been going to a lot of shows. Saw Buckethead, amazing. Went to some punk show on Sunday. Saw RunRunRun again when I first cam down here. Might see Camera Obscura tonight. Might see Miss Kitten in a few weeks. Yes, LA is fun.
Saw Jack Black at Buckethead. Watched F9/11 with Enrique Iglesias and Anna Kournikova.
I miss the weather in SB. I miss not having to worry about money so much. I miss frenchie of course. I miss intellectual stimulation. I miss my evolution groupies. I miss a job where people love me, and even though it is lame, there is some meaning. I miss not feeling like work is my life. I miss stress that is worth stressing over. Am I homesick?
Things are falling together. I hope to be "happy" by the fall. I hope to make at least a few new friends, maybe find someone worth going on a date with. I hope to have more time alone with my guitar. I hope things change. I hope I am in grad school before I get a promotion to guard supervisor at the museum.