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.
So, I’ve begun the process of apartment hunting; this is the
goal I’ve been working so hard to accomplish. But the process is exhausting.
Everything is done online, but you can’t get access to information about making
an appointment until you sign up through this rental company’s website. Then
you email and wait. Text a million craigslist ads and every single one is a
scam. Or already filled. Then there is
that magical moment where someone actually picks up the phone!! But then you
tell them that you want to move in 2 weeks and the reply is always the same.
“Call me back then.”
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.
This doesn’t just apply to tangible things either. There is
this sense that people need to be able to give whatever they’ve got to get what
they want. People in the biz work harder and faster than anywhere else I’ve
lived. (And that’s been quite a few places).
You want to be rich/famous/powerful/insert your own idea of
success here…then at a moment’s notice you need to have time to record, edit,
create, write, be funny, spontaneous, thoughtful and have the best idea
anyone’s ever heard. This sounds ridiculous, right?
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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