Wednesday, March 23, 2011

A feeble attempt at the pursuit of happiness...

After driving cross-country, landing up in SoCal and figuring out that Long Beach was the best town for us, we started a new chapter in a much better climate.

I always imagined myself with a big ass hoop nose ring, dyed red hair and possibly a sleeve tattoo if I ever got out of the lame hotel biz.  I even took guitar lessons just to validate the idea that I'm much better suited to be in a band that in well, a suit.   Unfortunately, after interviewing I couldn't help but get sucked back into the world of grey, black and navy blue suits.  I landed yet another sales gig at a gorgeous hotel. Unfortunately, unbeknownst to me, it's run by a bunch of crazy-a$$ chinese people.  Coming from a company that pretends really hard to give a sh*t about you, to a company that flat out says shit like " Go!! You sell now!!!" is touuuuggggh.  Making money for people you loathe is damn near impossible.  Especially without the dyed-red hair, sleeve tattoo and piercing. *sigh*

If I had balls, I would quit.  If i wasn't addicted to very expensive food and Lancome products I would be working at the Viper Room right now.  I'm such a f*ing sell out.

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