6.9.2001

current time is 4:05:53 PM
listening to >>> "doin' time" by sublime
Sooooo... I'm moving out of my lovely apartment. I am allergic to my roommate's cat and it would be very very wrong of me to even begin to ask her to get rid of it. After all I did move into HER place, nah mean? So at the end of the month or until I can find a new roommate to replace me, I will be moving back to my aunt's house for a couple months until one of two things happen. 1) My sister finds a better paying job and is able to find a two bedroom with me in West LA or 2) I find a second job and a nice affordable one bedroom apartment. That will probably be another three or four months. It is ok though, at least I will have a refrigerator and food. Haha... and at least I won't have to pay rent. I can save up a shit load of money which I will probably throw right out the window anyway to fix up the gs-r. (Can we say... TURBO?! *wooosh*) No no I'm kidding. I probably won't get a turbo kit. Maybe I will. Nah I dunno.

Other than that... let's see what else has been happening. Fucking Lakers!! Grr.. I wanted their streak to last. OH well, they kinda had it coming. With the Lakers' 10 days rest and all the hype that they usually never live up to, the Sixers had it in the bag. Lakers ALWAYS do that. When they hype is that much they hardly ever ever pull through. Oh well, it's gonna be tough winning in Philly but history shows that NO team with in the 2-3-2 playoff format has ever won those 3 home games. Ah well.

Yesterday I received this letter via facsimile at work from a girl we were interviewing for my co-worker's disabled brother's personal assistant position. He needs a personal assistant to help him out at his posh West LA highrise condo so this girl had the interview with him at his condo..... turns out she didn't even show up for the interview and this is what the letter said... keep note of the parts I bolded:

"To: Jamie (my boss)

From: That Bitch (don't want to say her name)

RE: Rudeness

I arrived at 15 minutes prior to the 10:30 appointment. I was told that I could not park at the back parking lot because they were painting. I accepted that and the way I was spoken to by the attendant. So I drove around the block, parked on the Friday side where they were going to street sweep at noon.

I walked to the appointment, gave my name to the desk clerk, and she called your brother's room. She asked me when my appointment was. It was exactly 10:30 a.m. I was told to sit down in the lobby and she would let me know when they could see me. Red Flag number two. Then a Mexican attendant came over and said they were painting the rear of the building and I could not park there. I said that I had parked on the next street behind and the next thing I knew, there was a security type person arriving who looked at me as if I were there to steal the crown jewels. My family and I are aristocrats and I have never treated anyone shoddy, much less been eyes by a security person. I started to wonder if he was going to put me against the wall and frisk me. Or run me off as an interloper.

Red Flag Number 3. I waited another 20 minutes and then went to the desk and asked if I could speak to Justine or Randy. She told me to go sit down and they would see me when they were ready or I could leave. So I left. No rude Phillipino (misspelled, you bitch) front desk girl is going to speakk to me that way!!! Nor anyone else!!! I was not there to interview for the cleaning lady position.

My daughter was angry when I told her about going to that interview. She said she would have told me never to do that!! This is not the city and that that position is for a 20 year old who can do nothing and can accpet being treated as a slave. Since my daughter got her Masters in Theatre at USC and worked for a while in the movie studios (what the FUCK does that have to do with anything?) she is more cognizant than I.

Hope you find someone to help Randy. Perhaps you should call him to remind him when he had an interview and that it is extremely rude to keep people waiting for more than five minutes, an acceptable amount of time without speaking to them personally, and not through some ignorant front desk person.

Signed,
Ignorant bitch

6.4.2001

current time is 1:44:38 AM
listening to >>> "i don't wanna be lonely" by az yet
This song is on repeat tonight again. I got home from San Diego a few hours ago. For some reason this dark cloud of depression settled over me. It's a mixture of a bunch of things. 1) I hate to admit it but I miss my parents and my hometown (San Diego). 2) I am broke, I need a second job right away. 3) I found out some interesting news in regards to my FTF (if you don't know what an FTF is, don't ask). 3) Los Angeles traffic and fast paced society is starting to get to me (see reason #1). For the first time in ten months of being single, I feel alone. The good thing is, I haven't cried a single tear since then. Well not for anything relationship related at least. In my last relationship, I must have cried every other day, and there were long periods where I'd cry every day. That's how bad the relationship was. The good thing was, all I'd have to do is pop in a sad slow jam and cry all my stress away. I'm trying to do that right now, but I can't. I don't think I can cry anymore. Darn.

I rotated the tires on the gs-r today. The two front tires were starting to lose some tread. I need to change my oil tomorrow. I don't think I will have time to do it so I will probably drop it off at the mechanic next door to my office building. Can you believe I have only had my car for a week and I've already put 1,000 miles on it. Damnit. It's the drive down from the bay area, back up to LA, then to San Diego and back this weekend that contributed to my mileage. I need my oil changed definitely by tomorrow. Damn I need to change the oil in the Civic too. Ack. Shit. Damn. Having two cars is expensive.

I need to get some sleep. Goodnight.
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