LATEST UPDATE

Cute pic of Tom and I from a recent holiday cocktail party.

So... The job opportunity in STL was given a little light on Friday when I received an email saying that they were now going through reference checks. YAY! Some kind of response to my TWO persistant yet polite voicemails. The owner of the company told me that he would get back to me either way. DOUBLE YAY! It's like he understands HR and cares about me as a person. Loves it!!

ON THE OTHER HAND...

Kristen sends me a small MySpace message entitled "Job opportunity." I was like, OKAYYYYY what's this going to be. WELL, turns out: I could have a job tomorrow if I wanted it. POOF! There you go, Dee! What you've always wanted. Just move to LA real quick, and it'll be all good!

So, immediately I had 1001 thought rush through my mind. When would I leave? How could I rent my house? Can I really leave a blooming relationship? What about my family and friends? What about my debt? Eek.

So I talked to my mom and dad about this. They are not too thrilled. Of course. But they understand the necessity for me to actually feel like I'm using my degree.

Tom said he doesn't want to stop me from doing anything, but also said he believes he already "put up a wall," like a defense mechanism, to protect himself from getting more hurt. :(

That's no good. I may not go. I may be here. So will I have a crazy few weeks?? Will I be worrying if Tom isn't putting forth 100%?? I cant say I do not understand his actions, subconscious or not, but it sucks!! Our relationship deserves a chance!! Grr.

And geez, my friends. My friends I've had since junior high... I would be deserting them!! I know the feeling; I've had many a friend leave me for a coast.

So, what to do... I SHOULD hear from job STL by this week, which will give me just enough time to get back to Kristen's superiors in LA.

The good news is, I have three possible renters for my property, and have two roommates lined up for LA if need be. And as 100% sure as I sound that I want to move to LA, I would be SO happy to get this job in STL. So happy. So it's all in the air!

More to come!

Much love,
D

Anticipation proclamation!

Yeah, I'm a bad mother fucker. Thought the pic was cool. Shut it.


So...

Lets get right to it. Thursday, Jan 11th, I got a phone call from a company I found on Craigslist. The job was a Project Manager for a Business Center. It was part selling and communications, part training in the restaurant industry. So, not precisely where I thought I would be, but acutally, a very nice fit! We set up an interview for the next day, and things went VERY well. I would have a small team including a sales rep and an installation person, and that team would cover all of IL. So there would be travel, a company car, and semi-annual flights to Dallas, TX. 30K, benefits, a 401(K). GEEZ! It seemed like a lock. Mr. J told me that he had to interview for a couple different positions thru the 19th, and that he'd call me by the end of that week.

SO. Here we are, it is in the wee hours of Sunday, the 21st. Yeah, that's right. I have no news. I called Mr. J Friday the 19th and left him a voicemail saying I was still interested. SO...

Monday.

Monday Monday Monday. Please call me Mr. J.

In other news, I went to the ER on Monday night with realllly bad pangs in the right hand side of my abdomen. And right after a KICK ASS Red Hot Chili Peppers concert! (Thank you Tom for an AMAZING date!) My mom, Tom and myself sat patiently in my little ER room, as they injected three bags of fluid, one bag of antibiotics, and some morphine into my body thru an IV. After the pain refused to subside, the nurse gave me the most blissfully weird/high 5 minutes EVER: demoral. O M G.

High. Like a MFer. I went way off that map with that shit. But it worked.

So, now the outcome is 7 days with heavy-dose antibiotics, darvesets (good shit too) and MINIMAL CAFFEINE. Okay bad.

AND NO ALCOHOL. WTF.

The Porter's steakhouse holiday party is tomorrow night, and that's only day 6. The alcohol would lead to a whole new cycle of prescriptions, and frankly, I couldn't afford the first round. God knows how many years it will take me to pay for my 3 bags of salt water and a fucking needle in my arm. (and good heroine-like demoral... mmmm. And no, I've never done heroine dammit!)

But, aside from having a very lame ass time after me, the newbie already has to work tomorrow night while everyone else will be getting started, I will be sober. Drunk boyfriend, drunk coworkers, and they are allllll horny sons a bitches. Seriously. It's ridiculous. You cannot believe how much shit goes on there. So this will be interesting.

But, even more so, I HAVEN'T DRANK IN 5 DAYS. Hm. Not so hard. I wonder if I should really worry about this problem. Today at the Saturday "wine class" Porter's wine steward does, I was eyeing Tom's cab glass like my life depended on drinking that Italian red. Hm. Sad. The good news is that we have a recovering alcoholic on our crew, and her and I will be together tomorrow night. Sober sisters. WHOO!

Creagan, my main man, do you think we have drinking problems? I know we are states apart now, but WHAT DO YOU THINK? K? Tom? Dave or Dave?

Help a girl out...

Can't wait to drink 8 days next week... :) j/k??

Much love,
D

Where for art thou Spears?

First of all, happy new year ya all. It's was a hell of a weird year for me, but I'm geared up for 2007 and whatever surprises it may bring me...

One of my goals, ever so luxurious, is to finally run into Britney. Let's face it. It's my only goal. So far, she's been all over my stomping grounds. On Wednesday, she was at Hamburger Mary's, which is about 3 blocks from my place. A week ago, at the Abbey while I was outside listening to some poor underage girl sob about getting kicked out of Rage. Today I was just outside Hyde, where we know she loves to go with all the other pop tarts. Jesus, it has to happen soon. Paul Tilson ran into her at Tiger Heat last week too...why wasn't I invited damn it???!!

These D listers, like Topanga, just are not cutting it.

So, life is pretty much ok. Nothing too crazy is going on. It got a little bit cold here (like 40 ya all) and I have the sniffles again which sucks big donkey dizzle. But, its so nice today. I went and saw "Little Children" and for once, the movie was better than the book. It was so good. Such a smart movie. Check it out.

Last night, Kristen and I went to The Motherlode, where one unnamed papi decided to ask us to play pool. To make a long story short, I have never been jocked so hard in my whole life. He was all about telling Kristen how hot she was and then moved on to me. It made me really uncomfortable...he kept staring at me like a piece of man meat. Needless to say, he was cute and we invited him to Fiesta. Dude, seriously. When a guy tells you to calm down, wouldn't you back off and get your hands off his ass and your tounge out of his throat. So crazy. He left and kept coming back and being like YOU DONT LIKE ME. and to Kristen, HES SUCH A HOT MAN....

I always attract the crazies...lol

I am not a big fan of the PDA unless I am trashed. I was not trashed enough for all this. So...bad.

But, it did wonders for my self esteem....

Oh, I also just read "Haunted" by Chuck Palahaniuk. Serisouly. One of the best books I have ever devoured. So funny. So graphic. So great. I went and got another book by him yesterday. I think he's my new fave.

Work continues. Im thinking of taking some writing courses next month. I hav to decide by Monday. (Thats my deadline)....any suggestions?

I am still fawning over Alan at the Cook's Library. Although he is older, he's so cute and funny. We love all the same things. Why doesnt he love me???? WHYYYYYYYYYY?

Liz, give me some advice damn it....youre the man-eater....I need to snag this one....

Happy Friday ya all!

What to do, What to do??

Hi "lover" :( Miss you C!! This shit is sooo my daily life in CA. Photography at a Santa Monica Blvd Chinese restaurant.

So... as I'm at Lowe's today, my mom calls to give her usual bright and shiney news. "You know...." says Helen, "If you sell before the two year mark on your mortgage, you will have to pay out the ass in capital gains taxes." WHATTTT?

WHAT THE FUCK? Where did this come from.

Kids, please learn from these last 4 months of blogs. Friends of mine, please learn from the last 9 months of my life. Think before you do things. Ask older people about ALL THE ANGLES... because dear god I cannot take anymore terrors around the corner. BOO! BOOEY BOO.

So, I have some options:

1) stay in this area and work at Porter's till I find a "real job." I would live in an apartment in Edwardsville or Collinsville, and continue to be able to see my family, my few great friends left in the area, and my new fab bf, Tom.

2) move to the Central West End to get away but not really too far away, get a NEW restarant job, and still be close enough to keep up my friendships and my relationship.

3) move to West Hollywood where some of my best friends are, and some great friends that were soooo wonderful to me the month I was there!! I have some roommate possibilites, and hopefullllly endless job opportunities. Downside, loss of time with family, best friends in this area, and Tom.

Hm.

Good in all, bad in all. Anyone from STL knows that Marketing/PR/Advertising jobs are minimal... and i cannot serve tables one more day!! AH! Atleast not in a uniform. Gross. And not some place where I make no money. Ask any server making $100-$200 a night, not a bad life--and you always get drunk afterwards! But if the money's not there, booey boo x 2.

So, what to do, what to do.

If I do stay here, I need a CLEAN, RESPONSIBLE ROOMMATE WITH MONEY, STYLE, AND NOT A LOT OF SHIT, preferably no one I've dated or anyone that has any crazy crackhead friends or lovahs.

SOOO... WHAT TO DO? Comments? Answers? MYSPACE :)

Much love,
D

Lord Knows You've been at the edge of your seat...

So, I haven't blogged in forever, but, first let me rant and rave for a minute....

So, NYE was a big change for me this year. I was kind of sick for the week before and Christmas was a little but of a bust this year. I mean. it was fun, but not in a Holiday way in a "what-a-bunch-of-sad-people" type of way. In short, some friends and I had a terrible brunh and ended up getting wasted at Fiesta. Not unlike any other day.

Anyway, NYE was planned a couple of weeks ago. The roomies and I along with the Boston Univeristy Crew decided to go to Club LAX (DJ AM's) for the mere price of 125 bones. Whatever. As the date drew close, I really didn't want to go. I had to work the next day at 9 and was worried it would be too pretentious.

Of course, I am always wrong.

I probably had the best time out of anyone we were with. I danced, I drank, I got to know some new people...I didnt throw up or fall down. The only bumber of the night was the hour long wait on Hollywood Blvd for a cab after I lost everyone around 2 am. Regardless some lovely Vida Sassoon Acad. Students and I shared a cab and bonded over slurred speech.

New Year's Day, of course, was terrible . I woke up late, could not get to work for the life of me...ended up being almost and hour late. Needless to say, we were short staffed and ended up getting really busy. The whole place was full, I was hung over....you get the picture.

To be honest, I did a really good job until we got overflow. I was keeping everyone entertained until they started lining up at the door and stopping me every five mintues asking why they cant sit down. I was just laughing and saying, "I'm doing the best I can.."

So, to make a long story short....people started being really mean. They made me cry. A party of seven ruined my life. I worked way too hard for too little money. One guys chair broke in the middle of the restaurant and he got up and started SCREAMING. Legit SCREAMING at the top of his lungs. Then Gemma (the owner and translator to the kitchen and head cook that day) had to leave to take him to the hospital. (What a pussy). I had to close the restaurant but still had some bitches waiting. They were like, " We dont understand why this is so hard" And "This is the worst service Ive had in L. A.")

I guss they chose to ignore the guy freaking out or the chair or the fact that we were closing for LACK OF FOOD....

I hate people.

Anyway...its over now and Im still a little battered but I will survive.

In other news, I still havent been home yet. I really miss the ole bitch. (Granite City) But, hopefully I'll be back soon.

I have managed to make a crazy group of friends and acquaintences here. I am settling in a little. Kristen and I have been hanging out (woot OK GO) and it's nice to have someone around that I've known for a while.

As it goes, some first impressions have been proven wrong, while others are sticking true. I am looking forward to the Spring and the new year. I hope to stay happy and healthy and not too stressed out. Maybe just maybe, I'll end up with some great experiences and some new friends this year.

I miss all ya all back home.

More later...promise...

XO