I got a job today. Hold your applause.
After moving to LA in July 2013, I never expected to be relatively unemployed (save for some freelance) until March 2014. I’ve probably done 25 interviews and 50 meetings. Maybe more. I’ve also sent hundreds of emails and made dozens of phone calls. Not only that, but I’ve reached out to tons of people on LinkedIn, Twitter, and Facebook. Connecting in all these ways hasn’t paid off until today. I’m exhausted from the job search and I’m so relieved that it’s over. I worked hard to get this new job, dammit!
My new boss isn’t the only one who’s liking what I’m selling lately, though. My Ok Cupid profile has been exploding with messages for the past couple weeks. I think I’ve been asked out by five different guys in just a few days. I don’t know why this sudden change has occurred. I’ll admit I’ve messed around with my photos, but could that really be it? Maybe dudes are suddenly receiving some kind of cosmic message that I’m finally well-adjusted(ish) and that I’m fun and somewhat charming. Here are the pictures I have posted now. Is there something particularly alluring about them? Other than the fact that my head is in the same position in almost every single one?
I wish I could explain all this newfound attention I’m getting from both the industry and the dating profile. But I can’t. I’m actually so overwhelmed by both that I don’t even know what to do with myself. Celebrate? Cry? Call people? Go back to bed? What? Am I happy? Yes. But am I terrified? Also, yes. My life is changing so quickly! I may be going on more grown-up dates after I spend the day at my grown-up job. Who am I?
My first day of work is tomorrow. My first date with one of my suitors is Friday. Even though I’m not entirely interested in dating right now, I couldn’t say no because he’s British. I’m hoping all my newfound success means that I’m finally doing something right with my young life and I hope it stays.
For now, though, I’m going to treat myself the Tom Haverford and Donna Meagle way, with a few cupcakes and some fine leather goods. Meet me at The Grove, it’s goin’ down.