I was working at Starbucks for quite some time, and living in Monrovia with some excellent and generous friends that put me up. Only after leaving there did I find a job that could pay much closer to what I was worth, so I jumped on it and started staying with another friend, who is much closer to just about everything.
That’s when my car breaks down. Completely. Totally. Well, I can drive it from Spot A to Spot B as long as I keep it in 2, I don’t overheat it, and I get a jump to start the car, which I have to do every so often to avoid tickets/towing. I will be emptying its contents soon, and shortly thereafter selling it for parts.
I have been taking public transportation to work every day for some time now. It got me to the new job, flawlessly. I could count on its consistency, and its frequency. I know the Red and Gold Lines fairly well now, and can get just about anywhere in LA.
Then I get a message from an old coworker from eHarmony who wanted to know if I was looking for a job. In a whirlwind of calls and interviews, I had the job within a week, and was starting work the following Monday. Bettery pay. Better perks. Better environment. Overall… better.
Now that I’m in a solid job, I can officially find a place to live. I found a roommate that lives close to where I work, and paid my first month and deposit only to find out shortly thereafter that the place is no longer going to be available after the end of the month. So, I’m looking again. This news specifically is less than 48 hours old. I have already made contact with some people looking for a roommate that live a bit farther, but it’s manageable.
So, again, shit is hitting my fan and spraying all over the place… but I still have a smile on my face. Albeit, it’s a closed mouth smile. There’s spraying shit to consider here.
it was good to see you on saturday! we should hang out more often. j and i miss you! 🙂