May has been an incredible month for me! It has been the
highest grossing month in terms of voice over work. Hash tag Humble brag. But,
I’ll ignore your momentary judgement, because I had to bust my ass and work
really hard to save up, which means I’ve had to sacrifice a few things. Make
enough money to save up for my own place? Or go out on the open mic circuit and
continue to work on jokes in hopes of being seen by the right person that wants
to hear my television pitch. Money triumphed…this time.

What? Why? Don’t you want my deposit right now? Prorate my
rent for half the month and call it a day. Are there people really roaming around
right now looking to move, tonight? Is their stuff packed and ready to go,
right now? Are these people refugees? Who is moving today that hasn’t already
picked a place to go?
What I’m finding out about living in Los Angeles is that
everything is at our disposal. If you can’t do it right now, someone else can.
If I can’t get what I want here right now, I can go somewhere else. We have
everything and expect it too.

That’s what I thought when I was told repeatedly today to
call back when I’m ready to move. But it occurred to me, that this town always
gets what it wants. Those who can ebb and flow with the forever changing and
unpredictable heartbeat of the city are the ones that make it to be
rich/famous/powerful/insert your own idea of success here.
But, are these the people that have to sacrifice to get what
they want? Did they have to work late nights? Did they have to skip out on fun
things? Maybe. Is the apartment going to make anyone
rich/famous/powerful/successful? No. But I started planning ahead so I could
FIND a decent place in a geographically desirable area. Now, apparently, just
like everything else in this town, I have to compete harder, faster and think
smarter than everyone else just to have a home.
I knew this town could be ruthless….but shit. I didn’t
expect it to be so over housing, too. A bruising to my ego because you don’t
get my talent? Pfffft. Dealing with that emotional trauma now, is a breeze. Being
told my money is no good because it’s not useful “today.” Whew…that landed like
my 22 year old self after a night of binge drinking. Heavy and hard.
SO, I suppose this is me pullin up my knickers to do the
dirty work and get smarter and faster and work harder than everyone else that
wants my apartment too.
Happy Apartment hunting. Welcome to L.A.
Ray Charles "Hit The Road Jack"
And dontcha come back no more no more no more no more....
This is exactly how I felt when the leasing agents/officers said "Call me when you are ready to move in!" Ouch. Kicked to the curb. But, now we will have this lovely song stuck in our head.
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