Hi all... meet Shannon in the black.
So last night the Ogden gang and I went to Rage on Santa Monica for the best drag show ever, the "Dream Girls Revue." We had a stack of ones and drinks... it was going to be an excellent time. Oh wait... but I was the only one drinking vodka... three beers does not equal three vodkas... I always forget that.
So I wake up today, still with a sore throat and other cold symptoms that popped up yesterday, but now ALSO had a hangover.
9:35--wake up... FREAK OUT... remember I had an interview with Sotheby's Int'l Realty firm
9:36--wake up Creagan, "WHAT THE FUCK AM I GOING TO DO?? I HAVE 45 MINUTES TO GET READY AND I SMELL LIKE VODKA AND TRANNIES!! Not to mention the nausea from the vodka and from being sick..."
9:37--Creagan falls back asleep :(
9:45--Called out of the best interview I've been offered so far. SOTHEBY'S... I was so upset.
4:45--Wake up for the day (seriously.) Rant and rant to Creagan about my loser status that I would never hear from them ever again.... blah blah. HOWEVER, I did have a few LA numbers on my cell from the day. As I'm about to listen to my voicemails... Sotheby's calls me! They HR director was like, "Hi Denise... how are you?" My jaw dropped.
I have another interview tomorrow!! YAY! I literally asked her "why?" She said, "You did call out, and I gave you no notice (15 hours)... I understand; It's my job to understand."
I love her.
So my day is looking up.
Throughout my day though, I did a lot of thinking. If I'm going to stay in LA to "chase my dream," I should not sit at home all fucking day dreaming ABOUT IT. I need to realize that I need to get off my ass before 10 or noon (YES, I do think 10am is early.) Sad right?
So tomorrow is booked atleast. 9:30 freelance interview with a London-based author. 1:30 Sotheby's interview... and MAYBE I'll go to the American Apparel on Melrose interview at 6pm. Creagan and I both got a call from them tonight after we did some 6am "hey, lets put resumes under doors" the other day. AND IT WORKS! He's gotten like 4 phone calls from doing that!
The problem with American Apparel, is you need to "dress accordingly" for your first interview. What the fuck is that? OH, we know... its because their 1970s porn ad campaign is fully comprised of people that work there... Hmmm... move to LA to do 70's porn styled ads.
NO. big no.
I think we are going to this after party tonight with Shannon, one of the 800 roommates I have. It's a party for Jewel at the Grove. We'll see. DEFINITELY no drinking for me. And the fucked up thing? No one, I mean no one, believes that I'm not drinking tonight. Bitches :)
Much love,
D
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