*Large, drawn out, pathetic sigh* It’s a no go on yet another apartment. That makes 3 places that I’ve filled out an application for and been denied. It’s moments like these that make me go “What the hell did I do?” This was probably NOT one of my better ideas. Ya know…picking up and moving without a job or an apartment, but I’m not to the point of regret yet. I feel more defeated than anything else. I’m losing motivation to even go view anymore. What’s the point? No one wants to rent to someone that is unemployed.
I have an interview tomorrow at the Los Angeles Tennis Club. I’m mildly freaking out. The woman I spoke with on the phone was incredibly nice, but I just felt so out of my element even speaking with her. She sounded very…ummm…rich. I applied for this job because I needed to meet my daily job application quota last week. (I typically apply for 2-3 jobs a day). I never expected to get a call back. The person I spoke with said what really stood out to her was my time at the animal hospital. She thought that made me an incredibly compassionate person and apparently that’s what they are looking for.
I guess I’m nervous because I feel like I’m going to be crossing class lines. This is where the rich go to relax, and I’m afraid I won’t fit in. Let me take you through the spiral of anxiety that my brain has been creating. Am I too poor to work in that kind of environment? What if I haven’t been brought up with the right manners to conduct myself appropriately in that type of setting? Should I paint my nails? Do my hands look weird? Do I really have to wear makeup? What about my clothes? Will they be able to tell this dress was $25 at Target!? And the million dollar question: What if I get the job?
Another thing adding to the job anxiety is that I spoke with the temp agency I interviewed with, and they are submitting me for a job at a law office. I’m afraid I will get offered the tennis club job (yes, I know I’m getting ahead of myself) without yet having the chance to interview for the other job.
No job. No apartment. There are just so many unknowns right now. I guess we really are in the middle of The Uncharted. Time to put on my big girl pants, chin up, and march right into it. See ya’ on the other side…hopefully.