Officially meaning that I quit my "nothing job" (which is described in my last post). Unofficially meaning that I am now sleeping on my friend's couch. And by friend I mean my old babysitter. She still babysits me. When we walk on the sidewalk, she refuses to let me walk by the street. "That way if a car comes," she says, "I'll be hit and not you." As if 12 inches of walking room is going to spare my death sentence.
She's the best.
Aside from living on my friend's couch, life is okay. I've just found a sublet for the month of September, so if the girl I'm renting from doesn't cut off all communication with me and move to Mexico, I have a place to sleep that isn't my babysitter's couch. This is a good thing. I'm bringing an aerobed (air-o-bed?) and a folding table with my computer. So I'm really living the life of luxury. The room I'm renting doesn't have a closet, so I'm borrowing my aunt's rolling rack for my hanging clothes, but it does have a bathroom so we're all very excited.
I have a couple interviews this week so I'm praying God will see them through. I'm so stressed about not making much money right now that I almost don't even care what the jobs are (That's a total lie. I totally care. Please don't make me work at a coffee chop for the 10th year in a row, please). These are design focused jobs that will hopefully get me going on a career path.
We're aiming for photo-editing jobs focused around the fashion industry. I'm overwhelmingly nervous about this, but also excited so that's a good thing, right? I guess we'll see. I think all I really need is an entry-level job somewhere to prove that I can get the work done and do it well. I don't have a ton of experience in this field, but I know I'm proficient enough to do the work and do it well.
Also also, I just had my last Sunday serving at my church in San Diego, and aside from the fact that literally no one was excited with me about my moving to LA, it was sweet and nice to see everyone one more time before taking the move. All my friends are praying that I get a great job in SD, so I guess I have to pray faster or harder so my prayers reach God first or something. Don't listen to them, God! The race is on.
Well its 9:30pm and we all know this is wayyyyyy past my bedtime. I should've been in bed over an hour ago. Also, I have a phone interview tomorrow and I need to make sure I get at least a solid 12 hours of beauty rest so I can ... look great ... over the phone ...
