Things to consider when moving to LA.

I am currently now facing looking for a job again. I never anticipated the extreme testing on my patience, mood, and perseverance. Looking for a job in LA is difficult.

I was listening to NPR yesterday on my last commute home (for awhile, most likely), and one of my favorite segments, Martini Shot, came on. Martini Shot is a segment where writer and producer Rob Long gives a "real take on life in Hollywood." Yesterday he discussed Hollywood being built on hope. And that in Hollywood, there exists an even mix of hope and hopelessness.

This is pretty true... When I moved to LA, I got a job at a nationally syndicated talk show - JACKPOT. Well, it turned out to be a big learning experience; a terribly trying time and a fantastic time. But at the end of the season, I loved everyone I worked with (well most people) so much that I really would like to go back. But I'm still waiting to hear about that.

A few weeks after the season ended for hiatus, I got another job as a freelance editor - JACKPOT.

(Let me give a side note about a "few weeks." A "few weeks" here in LA is practically the worst thing that has ever happened to me. It's just a few weeks of sending tens of resumes, hearing virtually nothing back, and sitting around my apartment so that I don't spend any of the precious money that I don't have.)

So anyway, back to the freelance job. This job was actually procured for me by my good friend Jeff Laub. At my new gig, I was actually getting to edit something that "mattered," and by that I mean that I was paid. Everything was going great, for the most part, but then in a single day, everything went bad. I was told that I didn't need to come in for a few weeks, I spilled water on my (already disfunctional) phone, and some other stuff that you don't want to know about happened. Ugh.

So here I am, back at my apartment, doing the "few weeks" thing. This time it could mean a few weeks until I resume editing, a few weeks until I have a different job, or a few weeks until I find out about my old job.

But regardless... be prepared for your "few weeks" if you move here. Borderline crippling depression (melodramatic, I know), some lonliness during the day, and a general lack of motivation and creativity.

Days like this I feel like I should've been an accountant. But then I wouldn't have all the other wonderful parts of my life in LA. So I'll just ride out these next few weeks.