Okay, so I’m feeling a bit better today about the job. It’s not my passion and that’s okay. I can find my passion elsewhere. For example, in the meetups I’m planning. On February 4th the Emilie Autumn meetup will take place. I’m so excited to meet some other plague rats and work on the puzzles with them. On the 11th of February will be the Orphan Black meetup. There is already so much interest that I’m sure another will be planned after this. All that is good.
I’m ready to hustle hard at this job. My plan is to pick up as many hours as possible. The interviewer said there are lots of opportunities for overtime and I plan on taking full advantage of that. *sings* Money money money money moooooney…MONEY! I’d like to get a chunk of savings started. I’ve never been able to save, and I don’t really know why I think I will be able to save now, but I’m feeling oddly confident.
I start work on the 30th so I’m trying to soak up all the weather and activities I can. Today, I’m sitting in the sun again, at a coffee shop. This is my favorite thing. I love the palm trees, the weather, everything. Overall, LA is agreeing with me quite well.
I had an interview today (and was offered the position) for data entry at a pharmaceutical company. It’s not an ideal situation. It’s basically a call center in a basement, but they pay more than the tennis club. So, here I am, following the money. I think I’m going to take the position, but keep looking for jobs.
*sigh* This isn’t exactly what I envisioned working in LA would be like. But, I’m going to hustle, do what I gotta do, and keep my eyes on a better future. Now that I have a job it’s time to really focus on finding an apartment. Other downside to this place is it’s kind of far from where I wanted to live. Oh well. Again, I’m going to do what I’ve got to do and act with passion each day. Upside? It’s a 9-5 Monday thru Friday. Meaning, I can still make it to all my meetups and Mamrie Hart book tour.
Anyways, I’m feeling a mix of emotions from excited (yay! I finally have a job, so someone might rent me an apartment) to hopeless (boo! this job may totally suck).
Positive words for today? Practice Reckless Optimism. Find hope in the hopeless. Hannah Hart quote and a philosophy I try to live by.
“reckless optimism” means appreciating what you have, seeing opportunities where before you might have only seen a downside and taking chances. -theodysseyonline.com
You can read the whole article on Reckless Optimism by clicking here
Yesterday I went to the Women’s March. The Universe threw something at me that I wasn’t expecting. For about the last year, the center of my vision board has contained a picture of Lilly Singh. The way she lives her life inspires me every freakin’ day. Her work ethic is just….goals. I’ve read her book “How to be a Bawse” three times. Literally every day I wake up I think “How can I be a Bawse today?” My lock screen on my phone is “Keep Calm and Be A Bawse”…my computer wallpaper simply says “Bawse”. All this and the universe gave me an opportunity to quite literally meet THE BAWSE herself and I chickened out. As we were marching through the streets, I looked ahead and there she was, in her kick ass, hot pink “Girl Love” sweatshirt. My first gut instinct to go say hello propelled my feet forward and then I panicked and turned around. I’m kicking myself, but I’m also thinking that maybe it just wasn’t time yet. There will come a day when I will feel so bawse, there won’t be any doubt or hesitancy. I will walk up to Lilly and say “Hi, I’m Amy and I just wanted to say I really enjoy your book and vlogs. Thanks for being awesome.” I do think this was an absolute test from the Universe…one that I won’t fail next time. Until then, I’m going to continue growing and evolving into the Bawse I know I’m meant to be.
Also here’s Lilly’s vlog from yesterday’s march:
Well hello. I just finished up my interview at the tennis club. Afterwards, I immediately took off the heels, dumped the blazer, and swapped them out for a flannel and some kicks. Ahhh feels good to be back.
Interview went well, but what I really want to talk about is my love for Mamrie Hart. She is this spectacularly hilarious comedian/actress/writer (everything amazing really) who will be doing a book tour in February. She wrote a book called “I’ve Got This Round” that comes out February 6th. She also wrote “You Deserve a Drink” and has a youtube channel named the same. I bought tickets to the book tour as well as 4 pre-ordered copies of the book. How did this happen you might ask?
1. I ordered the second it was available for pre-order last summer
2. I pre-ordered again, with my L.A. address because I wanted to make sure I wouldn’t have to wait for the book to be forwarded and such (I figured my parents can have the other copy (you’re welcome mom and dad!)
3. I bought tickets for the book tour and it came with a free book
4. She ran a giveaway where if you order this weekend and are one of the first 150 people, you get an epic print of her favorite saying: Fucking Prove It.
So anyways, when this giveaway was posted I commented on instagram. And….I’m fangirling…she commented back. Fucking prove it you say?
So, this really just set the mood for my morning. I walked into that interview with some pep in my step and a smile on my face. I think I answered all the questions splendidly and actually don’t really care if I get a call back or not. It really might not be my scene. Leaving this one up to the Universe.
That’s all for today. If you want to be cool like me and have a million copies of Mamrie’s new book, you can get it here: Mamriebook.com and I HIGHLY recommend her Youtube channel.
*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.
Last Sunday was the Emilie Autumn Meetup. I’m not blogging this post for any reason except to have a documentation of the experience here. This is what I posted in the Striped Stocking Society Facebook group:
*This is a long ass post. I just want to preface by saying this doesn’t really give any info as to the contents of the meetup from a treasure hunt perspective. Just my own personal experience as someone who went to meet other plague rats.*
I know there have been a lot of people wondering about the meetup. I haven’t said anything because I don’t really know how to. I suck at writing and expressing myself in general (get ready for some massive grammar issues and run on sentences). I’m feeling super self conscious. What’s more, I also have the WORST memory on the planet…no joke. I often feel too dumb for this place and the incredible story that Emilie has created. Hello insecurity!
Anyways, I want to be straight up here and tell you I went to the meetup less for the treasure hunt and more for the companionship of fellow plague rats, as I’ve had a really difficult time with the clues and puzzles. My brain just doesn’t work well. So this write up is coming from maybe a different perspective than others who were there. All that aside…the meetup was so well put together, and I’ve never experienced anything quite like it. It was performance art at it’s finest and I’m constantly amazed by Emilie’s creativity and devotion to her fans.
So when I got to the coffee shop, I wasn’t really sure where to meetup so I sat on one of the picnic tables outside until some other plague rats sat down. I was so nervous, but asked if they were here for the meetup and we chatted for a bit. It was a little after 6 when we were told we needed to be upstairs. Once upstairs we moved some tables together, and it wasn’t until I sat down, that I noticed the maid sitting at a table alone, writing on a piece of paper. We all were kind of unsure about what to do. Should we wait for her to interact with us? Or were we supposed to do something to get things started? Jasmine, a brave brave plague rat, walked to the table and sat down. Immediately, the maid crumpled up the paper she was writing on and shoved it in her apron.
Then began the process that we all took part in individually. I can only speak for my specific turn. I know there were pieces here and there that differed from plague rat to plague rat. I think I was about 3rd in the group take Emilie’s hand. She seemed to really like my necklace and touched and admired it before we sat down. When we sat down she wrote, asking my name. We held hands and she looked into my eyes, like she was trying so hard to communicate with me. This was an INTENSE moment. I’m not the greatest with eye contact, but it was so powerful to experience this. (Total side note: This moment alone reminded me of that Marina Abramovic ‘A Minute of Silence’ piece.) There was then a stack of papers that were flipped through to communicate with us, and we nodded with understanding at each page.
Here is where I’m sorry friends. I can’t remember what was written. I know we were being watched. I know we are going to be contacted in a fortnight regarding our hunt for the treasure. I’m so sorry for my lack of info. I truly feel bad
The papers that were used for communication were left with all of us at the end of the night. We unbound the papers and each took a sheet, which I’m totally regretting now. I really wish we had someone write it all out before, so others could have read what we saw. It is my hope that we can post pictures of our page and piece it together online. I’ve posted mine in the pictures section…but it was a very minor page.
After everyone had their time with the maid she had us all hold hands. This was really special to me. This group is such a supportive place, and I often feel that those I interact with are right there next to me, helping me through life. It was nice to have this physical representation, this reminder that we are all in this together.
Annnnyways, a plague rat was then given the paper instructing her to count to 100. After handing this off, the maid ran down the stairs and out of the coffee shop. When 100 was up, we pieced together the note, took our sheets of paper and rosemary that she left behind, and took pictures of what we could. We then dispersed. I wish we had all kind of hung out a bit more 😛
I do apologize this is so long, and gives so very little information that will further the hunt for treasure 😦 I hope others, with a better memory than I, will come forward with more info.
I encourage any plague rat that was there to share any info they have that would help everyone in the SSS participate in the hunt. I think we may have been given bits and pieces of different information that once we all come together and discuss, will show a bigger picture.
I really am sorry that everyone wasn’t able to attend. I have hope that more events like this will take place all over and more will be able to share in this experience.
It was really nice meeting some plague rats in person. I do enjoy this group and, though I really struggle with my memory and puzzles, have so loved this treasure hunt. I think you have all done a great job figuring out what you have. I certainly wouldn’t have made it to the event if it wasn’t for all your help with the coordinates.
Thanks for making it through this novel of a post. Again, I apologize I don’t have any worthwhile info.
Again, this is mainly here for documentation purposes. I don’t want to forget that night. All my interactions with Emilie have been so wonderful and I always like to keep record of each meeting.
I have a daily inspiration app on my phone. At 6:30 every morning, I get a text with a little word of encouragement, inspirational quote, or just words to think on. Today, I was told “Courage doesn’t mean we’re fearless–it means following our beliefs *despite* our fear. This week, flex your bravery Amy.” Cool right? I have followed my beliefs and passion right on here to California, and the fear.is.real. But here I am, living, moving, and making things happen! If you’re interested in the “daily shine” app check it out here. I highly recommend it!
I’ve applied for 4 more jobs since I last posted. Today, I had an interview at AppleOne (a temp agency I’ve worked with in the past). The interview went so much better than the one last week, and I’m feeling super hopeful that I will have a job within the next couple of weeks. *huzzah!*
And onto the apartment front. I haven’t heard anything from the place I submitted an application for on Sunday. Folks, I think it’s time to start looking for a roommate. More word on that later.
I swear, once I get these couple life parts figured out, this blog will take a different form. I feel like I haven’t been able to do much of anything. My reading has even taken a back seat! When I do get around to reading more, I will be updating my “2018 Books” page here. I need to get cracking on my “2018 Resolutions” page too, which can be found here. Help keep me accountable people!
Also, this is completely unrelated, but needs to be noted. This post was written outside a coffee shop, under a large umbrella, in 71 degree weather, in January. Thank you, that is all.