It’s dark and dreary today. What’s up, California? This is not what I signed up for. I can still wear flip-flops outside, so I’ll take what I can get.
Up first: Staples to print both resumes – one for acting, which needs to be on plain white paper to staple to the back of my head shot; the other for bartending. I go for a nice, copper resume paper. Real professional. I will totally get the job now. The girl helping me is adorable. Is she an actor? I think everyone I see here must be.
I head to North Hollywood Park for a run. Looked it up online. Super easy to reach: only a mile away and only have to make two right turns to get there. Naturally, I get lost. Two miles later I reach my destination. Once around the park is one mile. Well, it’s certainly no central park. Here I go comparing NY to LA. So what, it’s lame. Two laps around the park before I head back to the townhouse.
Job hunting time. Mike joins me. We head to Sunset Blvd and check out four places. I immediately ask to speak to a manager. Otherwise, my resume might just get tossed in the trash. It’s mostly all the same – we’re not hiring right now, but we’ll hold on to it. Great, grand, wonderful, terrific. There is some hope with the last place, though. I’m here a while, filling out an application and giving references – it’s the only place I’ve had to do this. Then the general manager, Bob, sits down with me. “So, what are you doing here?” I’m an actor. “Really? I never would have guessed.” Yes, Bob, I’m a total cliché, will you hire me?? “Well, we’re not really hiring right now and I don’t see that we will in the near future. All we really need right now is a hostess.” This is the last thing I want, but at least it’s something. “How about you get back to us in a week if you’re interested.” Perfect. I get Bob’s number and head to the car. It’s better than nothing. Hopefully I find something better, but if not, I will call Bob in a week at The Hungry Cat on Vine Street. I see a sign that says Hollywood and Vine. That’s definitely lyrics from a song. I figure Billy Joel. Nope, it’s Hilary Duff.
Back at “home” Mike grills up some chicken to go with a salad I put together (trying to ween ourselves off the fast food). We all watch Seinfeld episodes Mike downloaded (no cable here). I freakin’ love Jerry. Definitely the best sitcom of all time. Best drama – Dawson’s Creek. We laugh hysterically even though we’ve seen the episodes millions of times. As my Dad would say, “Classic.”
Sonny’s “friend who is a girl” arrives. Jen. I realize I haven’t hung out with a girl in almost a week, so it’s nice to have her around. Mike and I make a quick run across the street to 7-11 for beer and wine. Clutch. We get a cab to Big Wang’s, a local sports bar. The bouncer looks at my NJ ID – an easy conversation starter. Find out quickly that we both went to Monmouth. He was a senior when I was a freshman. Go Hawks! Next up, the Federal, across the street. Allagash Curieux on draft. Are you kidding me? Yes please! What a delicious beverage. This place is pretty chill, I like it. Maybe I should bring in my resume.