Thursday, September 08, 2005

Bathroom drama

So my roommate isn't exactly Mr. Fix-it, more like the Jessica Simpson of home repars, but he decided to redo the tiles on our bathroom floor. He was originally supposed to do this project in August when I was in New Mexico for the week, but he never did so he said Labor Day weekend he'd do it. I booked a flight to go back east where I am originally from since I knew I'd have no bathroom here and prayed for the best. During the weekend I received a call from him in which he said he likely wouldn't finish it, but that he had arranged for me to use our neighbors' bathroom since they would be gone this week. When I got back to the condo Monday night he wasn't here, but I saw a note from him. Apparently our neighbors weren't leaving until Wednesday, which means I needed to find a place to stay that night because I couldn't ask these people I barely know to use their shower at 6 a.m. the next day. That would just be grossly inappropriate. Thus, I crashed at my friend Jill's for the night, which workd well, until she told that her roommate had just returned from a 4 day stay in a state mental hospital. Now don't get me wrong I am empathetic to those with mental illnesses, but I didn't want to be caught in the middle of a drama, so I decided I shouldn't stay there again. It was on the Plan B.

Plan B was to rent a hotel room for the next night at a hotel, so I searched the Web for cheap priced one and ended up making a reservation at an inn down the street. This inn has been rated well, so I figured that although it's not the Peninsula or the Four Seasons it would suffice. Much to my dismay I realized that there was no hot water coming out of the faucet when I turned on the shower the next morning, so I called the front desk to inquire about the issue. I was told the hot water heater was broken. And why didn't they tell me this when I checked in? Grrr...crappy business practices....Nevertheless I didn't have much of a choice and needed to shower before work, so I sucked it up and jumped into the arctic freeze. When I checked out the manager wasn't on duty yet, so I called and spoke with her today. She is giving me 50% off my room rate. I think it should be more considering the whole point of me going to a hotel was to use the bathroom, but I guess I shouldn't be too ungrateful. After all I could be a flood victim in New Orleans, but I'm thankfully not.

The last few days I have been going between my condo and my neighbors' to use their bathroom, while attempting to maneuver around my place as best as possible in order to cook and do laundry. I am hoping Mr. Fix-it will fix-it all this weekend, because I will be annoyed if he doesn't. But until then, the adventure continues....

Tuesday, August 30, 2005

Acts of kindness

My week got off to a pretty slow start because I had to make an unplanned trip to the eye doctor. No worries though, everything is fine. I have new contacts and sexy school teacherish glasses on the way. Anyway, I have a lot of good news to share.

When I came into work after my eye doctor appointment my boss came over to my desk and sat down beside me. He asked me how I'd feel about extending my internship. I was so ecstatic that I wanted to jump up and down and kiss him, but of course I restrained myself. My colleagues knew that I was upset that I didn't get a job I interviewed for that I really wanted, and they were getting sad that they were going to lose me since they think I do such amazing work, so they approached HR about the possibility of extending my internship. It's not official yet, but I am 90% sure I am going to be there another two months at least. This will buy me time to find another job and give me the money needed to pay my bills. With classes starting up again I'll have a lot on my plate, but I think I will be able to manage.

Not only have my colleagues been campaigning for me to extend my internship, but they have also offered me to stay at their homes if need be. See my roommate is extremely nice, but a complete ditz. I didn't know men like this existed until I met him. He is like the Jessica Simpson of home repairs, and he is planning on redoing the bathroom this weekend. He has no experience with this and has taken one class at Home Depot. Somehow I don't see this being completed by the time I return from the holiday weekend, but you never know. He could surprise me. As a former Girl Scout though I know to always be prepared. Hence I need a plan B in case the bathroom is out of commission. I have been telling this story to my co-workers and they have offered to let me stay at their homes if I need someone to go for a few days. How amazing is that? Some people might think it's strange, but I swear these people are the most genuine and kindest people I have ever worked with in my life. They have only known me 3 months and they are going out of their way to help me. I don't mean to sound all mushy, but it honestly does warm my heart. It keeps me hopeful that even though there is a lot of bad stuff that happens in the world, kindness still exists.

On the same note, my FWB (friend with benefits) R came over this weekend. I was reluctant to invite him over because we always hook up and then it never materializes into anything. I realize that a FWB isn't held to the same rules as someone a gal is dating, or even a boyfriend, but I would think I deserve more than one text message a week. That is what the friends part means. Anyhow, I have been blowing him off for a few weeks because I'm not sure how I feel about this, but I rented some movies and it seemed harmless enough to invite him over. He actually showed up with a bottle of wine, which was a very thoughtful gesture, and we watched the movie without any interruptions. I was pleasantly surprised. He did end up sleeping over, and yes we did hook up, but we talked a lot in the morning like the last time he slept over. I feel like in the past two months things are getting deeper. I mean he sat there stroking my shoulder and planting kisses on me as we were talking. Whenever we're together it feels like we're dating, but we're not. Honestly I don't know if I would want to date him. I love how affectionate and gentle he is with me though. He is very protective and has good dating manners too (i.e. offers coat on cold night and puts arm around girl). I just don't think I can trust him. I have seen how he acts, and he's always juggling his exes and fibbing. I am not all about that. My friends have told me his is disgusting and to ditch him. Sometimes a girl needs to be cuddled and kissed though, and until someone else comes along who is worth 100% of my time, I don't think I can completely kick him to the curb.

Until next time my loves, Buonasera!

Thursday, August 25, 2005

Thank God it's Thursday

Happy Thursday! Just one more day until the weekend. I am looking forward to catching up on some much needed sleep, since I am still recovering from waking up at 4:30 a.m. to be in the movie. There should be a law making it illegal to wake up before 8 a.m. Is anyone with me on this?

One topic a 20 something's blog would be incomplete without is guys. And anyone who knows me well knows there is always a story about one guy or another. Last weekend I invited my friend Greg to check out the new posh Lucky Strike bowling alley. He was as excited as I was about the ambiance of this place. The dark wood, dim lighting, fireplaces and contemporary seating separated it from the average mom and pop neighborhood bowling alley. Oh yeah, the kitschy waitresses also added to the atmosphere nicely. I guess something this cool, or as Paris Hilton would say "hot," never comes cheap though. It was $30 for two games of bowling. Luckily Greg picked up the tab,haha. He is such a gentleman. He always pays whenever we go out. I feel bad and try to slip in money when I can, but I never expect a friend to pay for me like he is my date. I guess it's just how he feels guys should act.

After we finished bowling we went to a hip restaurant/bar in a preppy neighborhood that is one of my favorite local spots. We had a delicious dinner and split a dessert, and then I suggested we hang out at my place for a bit since he was going to visit his friend who lives near my place later in the evening. We were sitting on the couch watching TV, and me, being the spatial freak that I am, noticed he was sitting kind of close to me considering the whole couch was empty. I used my body to create a barrier between us though, and was kind of leaning to the opposite side. At one point he said "mind if I" as he weakly put his arm around me. I kind of made a "uhhh" noise and he backed off. Greg is an awesome guy. He is very polite, sweet and he has great manners...oh, and he has a job. But I am just not attacted to him in that way. I felt kind of bad, but it was an awkward situation. I never thought we were on a date, and I didn't expect him to make a move since he wasn't saying anything flirty or even flirting with me before. This came out of the blue.

It's guys like Greg who make me wonder why can't I be attracted to them. They communicate clearly, are emotionally honest and mature, have good manners and respect me. They have a lot of the qualities I am looking for in a potential mate, minus the physical qualities. I am not saying I am totally materialistic, because I have dated guys my height, even though I like tall guys for example, but attraction is necessary in order for there to be a romantic connection. I always get lured in by the lookers who leave me disappointed and crying in my pillow at night, however, because I realize that they really don't care about me, and it makes me feel like crap. So really I have no answers as to why all the guys I want to like me don't in the way I want them to, and the ones I don't want to like me do. I pray that one day I will find someone who will have everything I am looking for, and when I am with that person, I will always feel good about myself and I will know it's right.

Wednesday, August 24, 2005

Extra! Extra! My movie experience

I spent the majority of my day yesterday on the set of the Break-up starring Jennifer Anniston and Vince Vaughn. I have always wanted to be in a movie, and I frequent Craig's List where there are always postings for gigs here and there. One day a few months ago I saw one for a casting agency, so I sent them my photo and forgot about it. Well what do you know, but they sent out an e-mail saying if you haven't been in a scene yet, the last one is 8/23, so call and make sure you're in it. I called soon after contemplating missing a day of work and signed up.

I woke up at the disgusting hour of 4:30 a.m. to primp and preen before showing up to the extras holding area, otherwise known as the Hilton, for a 7 a.m. call. I arrived a few minutes late thanks to the always unpredictable city bus. Who know there would be so many people getting on the bus at 6 a.m.? Anyway, I got to the Hilton and signed in and then went over to wardrobe for outfit approval (I was told to bring 3) and then over to hair/make-up for approval, and to get some sunscreen. After being approved, I grabbed a muffin and headed to find an empty seat among the sea of sleepy-eyed, but eager, extras.

About an hour later one of the casting associates announced that 300 people could follow him to the set, so I hopped up and joined the crowd. Little did I know that getting there sooner meant I would just be standing around longer, because that is what an extra does the most. I did get to go on the actual set for a few hours and be part of the crowd watching a band perform at a fictitious art fair though. It was kind of fun pretending to be excited over some horribly cheesy act, but I think the irony of it was what the director was going for. When I wasn't on the set, I walked around aimlessly in the background behind the set with 300 other people to make the wide camera shot look realistic. I didn't mind this for an hour, but after 3 I was ready to go back to the hotel. The word "cut" became a cacaphony in my ears. Every time I heard it I wanted to yell, "stop this madness."

Eventually we did break for lunch, and I pigged out on the catered spread and then vegged out for a few more hours. The super eager people went back to the set immediately following lunch, but my feet weren't very forgiving at this point, so I stayed behind with some people I had met on the set. I think the majority of people stayed behind actually, but I later found out that those who went back saw Jennifer and Vince. Of course that would happen, but I would have collapsed. Five hours after lunch we were all called back to the set and told to rush, because the cameras were fighting the sunset. We shot another stage scene a few times and then it was finally a wrap. Hearing that word was like heaven, until I realized that I had to run along with the mob back to the hotel if I wanted to get out of there any time in the next half hour. Whose smart idea was it to sign time sheets at the end of the shoot anyway? It's not like we're being paid thousands. As you might have concluded, extras are basically movie slaves.

I am glad I participated as an extra, but I don't know if I'd do it again. It certainly was far from the glamorous fantasy I had. I will say that much. At the end of the day all you can do is hope you don't end up on the cutting room floor and then collapse onto your bed.

Sunday, August 21, 2005

Job searching sucks

As I was on my way home from work on Friday, I couldn't help but notice the man standing on the corner of the street dressed in a suit, asking for change and trying to hand out his resume. While the majority of commuters walking by him probably didn't even notice him, I did. I noticed him because I have been looking for a full-time job for about a year now with no sucess, and I could sympathize with him. I almost cried though because he was a living symbol of my unsuccessful journey, and I let the thought that this could some day be me pass through my mind at the same speed it entered -- quickly.

Looking for a job has been utterly frustrating and stressful. When you're in college everyone talks about getting a job like it's a natural extension of graduation, but it's not that easy. Soon after graduation I learned that in the "real world" resumes seem to disappear into space after you send them to companies, HR departments move at the pace of snails and you can spend hours of your time interviewing with companies only to never hear back from them. This is not the kind of stuff college career centers teach you. That is for sure. It's not like I am not qualified for the jobs I apply for. I have a B.A. and will have a M.A. in two months and I have a 3.8 GPA. I have done three internships in my field, two of which were in the government sector and the other in a major corporation. I am articulate. I can write and speak well. I am efficient, enthusiastic and eager to learn. In the few interviews I have been on I seem to impress the pants off the interviews, and then I get the "Thank you for taking the time to interview with us, BUT..." letter. So why the heck can I NOT secure a full-time job?

Do I need to jump up and down and bust out my old cheerleading moves to create a cheer highlighting all my strengths? Do I need to become an actress? Fly to the moon? Win the lottery? Become a best-selling author? Change my last name to make it sound ethnic? (No comments about this. I hate affirmative action and you all know it is used. End of story.)

I have a month left of my latest internship and then it's back to begging my mom for financial assistance and accepting odd jobs here and there. And if that doesn't work out, then I guess I'll be competing with that guy on the corner for his space.

Listen to your heart

Today as I was making lunch I had a thought: why not start a blog? I love to write and I have tried keeping diaries before, but I just don't have the motivation to keep up with the entries. Perhaps it's because I have become so accustomed to technology, but writing anything the old-fashioned long hand way almost seems like a chore these days. Plus I am admittedly a perfectionist, so I write slow because I want every letter to be perfectly looped and placed on the line. I guess we all have our quirks.

Anyhow, getting back to my purpose for writing this -- I think this is a great opportunity for me to continue to figure out who I am, and to hopefully give other people a chance to empathize and celebrate with me as I post about all the challenges and triumphs that occur as my life evolves. I believe you will get a good sense of who I am from my postings, so for now the only information I will give you is that I am a 20something year old female currently living in a large metropolitan city in the United States.

Thank you for joining me in my new blogging journey, and I hope you will stick along for the ride. Ciao.