Allow myself to talk about.....myself...

Boy is there lot to catch up on. First of all...

Today I took the day off to, once again, apply for jobs! Yay!.....not. I went to two places this morning, neither of which were hiring. Then the next two I went to (the two I really wanted to work for) were closed. I was giving up and going home when I got a phone call from a casting agency through which I had applied to be an extra. Or so I thought. I know how the extra thing works. You show up, meet with the AD or whoever is in charge, sign a contract saying you will be where you need to be at the right time. Spend the day doing the same thing over and over, and walk away with a few hundred dollars. I can do that. And I have friends who have. So, I lugged myself onto the subway down to Penn Station where the building is. I went to the second floor and waited in the office while filling out the "application" (which included height, weight, and measurements....not something a girl wants to admit to. Unless they are Adriana Lima.) After reciting a clearly memorized five minute dialogue, most of which I couldn't hear due to his speed of speech, I told the man there was no way I was paying 100 dollars to have someone take pictures of me. He tried other ways to convince me. I declined and tried to leave, but he gestured that I was to meet with another guy, in the next office.....ok..... I sat an waited for him. He came out and brought me in to talk about the same thing, I guess. I told him I had no idea what the other guy had said and that I was totally confused; this isn't how extra casting works. He was quick to tell me he liked my look, thought I had modeling potential and wanted to get started on pictures today. "Look," he said, "these girls even made it into playboy." Gosh just what I've always wanted!! Not. I told him I wasn't interested and left through the back door....which was really difficult to find.

After feeling completely freaked out by that experience and ultimately discouraged from my job hunt earlier in the day, I went back home for a break. My friend KS sent me a bunch of online job postings, so I took an hour to apply to all of those, and then I headed back out to interview at Cafe Lalo for a hostess position. I am completely in love with this restaurant and I would love to work there! Not as much as I would like and actual career job, but still. The interview seemed to go well, but then again they all do. I can only cross my fingers and wait. For now, I'm having a glass of wine and waiting for 5pm to roll around so I can move on to my next restaurant. Blah.

I suppose in addition to this lovely information I should fill you in on what else has been going on with my life. Well, my birthday was alright. My friend J and I went to a picnic in the park and drank a bottle of wine. That was good. That night I went to Delancey with K and J. It's difficult to have a party when you don't know many people in the city. Doubly difficult to have one at a club where three others are also celebrating and have all of their friends. Regardless, I had people buy my drinks all night long and, as a result, didn't feel my best on Saturday morning.

That Saturday was even worse because (I was hungover), our AC had broken and the hot water in our bath was running nonstop. Bother. Our apartment was like a sauna. The super came and was able to get the water to stop running, but he had to take the handle off of the faucet. I went to brush my teeth and when I turned the handle on the sink water burst through the wall where the handle on the bath used to be and shot across the room with the power of a fire hose. K and I were practically dying laughing on the floor in the heat of our apartment. We decided to get the hell out of there and go somewhere cool where we could drink iced water.

The next Sunday, K and I went to go to Fairway to get some groceries for the week when we saw a black dresser sitting on the corner of the street just a block from our apartment. "Can we take this?" she asked. We gave each other a knowing glance, and then proceeded to try and carry the very heavy dresser to our front door. It took a few trips, as the two of us couldn't stop laughing at each other carrying the dead weight, but we eventually made it to our building. W, the doorman, quickly came out and asked us what we were doing. We told him we found this dresser and wanted to take it upstairs. He looked at us in disbelief when we told him we had carried it by ourselves but then helped us get it to the elevator on a dolly, all the while looking over his shoulder in case his boss might see him ushering furniture through the front door rather than the back.

So now we have a new dresser in our apartment, which is awesome because we needed more space. The AC has been fixed because our super found a new one for us (though its so loud its difficult to sleep). Minus the job hunt, things are moving along I suppose. I am beginning to fear that I'll have to move back to California sooner than I wanted because of my lack of employment. The more difficult it is, the more frustrated I get and when I get frustrated I tend to fall into a "just give up" sort of attitude. I know I shouldn't, it's just my nature. Wish me luck these next few weeks. With the other interns gone and the fiscal year ending for the company I'm interning for, maybe there is a possibility I could get hired there, which is what I really want. Or else I can just go work for an escort company. Or a foot fetish one (really weird by the way). They, at least, all seem to make good money.