... as it is to be.
That's the advice I always give people when something crappy happens in their life. I suddenly understand how obnoxious that is. I apologize to all of you.
Not that I don't still believe it. The aware part of me does. But the part of me that slept all day yesterday, avoiding the universe, isn't such a big fan.
I have been technically unemployed for 2 1/2 months. The freelance editing and writing I've been doing is hardly paying my bills. In that time I've dropped off and emailed numerous resumes, and interviewed at a small percentage of those. No one thinks getting a job in a restaurant is hard. Hell, I didn't think it would be, especially with 11 years of experience! But, here I am, poor and unemployed, after all this time. Welcome to Hollywood.
Sometimes I think it's because I have too much experience. Most corporate managers take one look at my resume and look at me like "you can't have my job". I've had your job! I don't want it ever again. Mostly I'm pretty sure it's because I'm not a dumb, young, hooch. I'm not "Hollywood" enough. Honestly, this has got to be the only city that expects you to have a head shot to apply for a server or bartender position. I've even seen a few requests for "full body shots"! Discrimination anyone? Not to say that I think I'm ugly, nasty, gross, or even nearly look my age. I guess I'm just not... something.
I finally had two interviews at what I very nearly consider my dream restaurant. Everything seemed great! Everyone I interviewed with was awesome. It was a chill place. I honestly couldn't have asked for anything more. I was willing to except, even understand, all of the frustration in the past 2 months, if I was meant to work at this place. They called me yesterday morning to tell me that I made it down to the last 2, but they decided to go with the other person. Is that supposed to make me feel better?
So, it's back to the drawing board I guess. All may be as it is meant to be but here's hoping that what's meant to be isn't me on the street.
