Who cares about my personal life not being ideal, when my career is starting to take off? The only expression on my face at this moment in time, is a huge smile. I came this morning to work at the office with Ryan. As previously stated, he wanted me to come in for training. What a surprise when he told me that he was really impressed with how quickly I was learning the tasks in the firm, and him and everyone liked me and the energy I was expressing, and that I would be really good fit for the team. I then found out that the person who originally got my job two weeks earlier, had a one week trial with them, and it didn't work out well so they didn't hire him in the end. Which means there is an available position again in the firm. And he wants me to have it. So instead of being an unpaid intern for four weeks, he's giving me a one week trial and will hire me if I do as good of a job as I did the past two days. So to sum up, I would be getting the job that I didn't get when I first apply haha. And he pretty much insinuated that he is almost sure to hire me. Wow. I can't believe this could be happening so fast. I have only been in L.A for six weeks and I might be getting my first real job! And I really love the atmosphere of the office and how friendly they are. First real job, next to my place, and on top of that loving it? What else could I ask for? XD
happy happy happy.
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Diary of a Stranger
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Diary of a Stranger
Dimanche 11 novembre 2012 à 1:35
Samedi 10 novembre 2012 à 11:53
This week has been a good one. As everyone knows, Obama won, which I got to learn that night because we were hosting a democratic event in the dining room. Thanks to the east and west coast for saving the face of the USA. That same day I received an email from Ryan, the principal of the firm I interviewed at two weeks ago. The situation, was : I applied to a job to be an assistant designer. My resume got picked out of a hundreds for an interview along with 10 other people. Last weekend I finally got an answer. I didn't get the job. But he wrote me saying he really liked my work, experience and overall personality. But because they were remodeling so many homes they ultimately picked someone with direct construction experience but would keep my resume on file if any position comes and and fit me. So here it was, nothing better I could have done, I just graduated from school. So I replied stating that I understood and was also open for internship position if anything came up. He ask me to call him. And here it was, two days later, I started my internship. I would never imagine this would turn out this way. I sort of panicked the first day, not really knowing what to do. Here's what they gave me the first five minutes. An electrical plan.
But anyways at the end of the day everything was well I got more relaxed. However, being an intern, you have to prove that you are perfect. Therefore, I didn't leave even when Ryan offered me to leave at 5pm, and stayed working until they all leave, at 7pm... Damn that was a long day.
Second day, things went well as well. I learnt the software for quoting orders and pricing really fast, I think Ryan was impressed. I also start ordering samples for the designers and driving to showrooms. At the end of the day , Ryan told me I was picking up really fast, and he would like me to come tomorrow (SATURDAY) to fully trained me on everything. Good news, that means I'm doing well. Bad news, it's the freaking weekend and I have to wake up in the morning to work for free T_T Oh well, I have to be the best if I want to get hired at the end of the month.... Anyways, at least I love working there, for once. The working environment is very friendly and collaborative, I like small firms, there is no feeling of hierarchy just like in Hong Kong. I get along with everyone and I hope to get hired here, even though I would have rather work for a commercial architecture firm rather than exclusively interior design.
The other aspects of this week will come later... Sleep time until work tomorrow...
But anyways at the end of the day everything was well I got more relaxed. However, being an intern, you have to prove that you are perfect. Therefore, I didn't leave even when Ryan offered me to leave at 5pm, and stayed working until they all leave, at 7pm... Damn that was a long day.
Second day, things went well as well. I learnt the software for quoting orders and pricing really fast, I think Ryan was impressed. I also start ordering samples for the designers and driving to showrooms. At the end of the day , Ryan told me I was picking up really fast, and he would like me to come tomorrow (SATURDAY) to fully trained me on everything. Good news, that means I'm doing well. Bad news, it's the freaking weekend and I have to wake up in the morning to work for free T_T Oh well, I have to be the best if I want to get hired at the end of the month.... Anyways, at least I love working there, for once. The working environment is very friendly and collaborative, I like small firms, there is no feeling of hierarchy just like in Hong Kong. I get along with everyone and I hope to get hired here, even though I would have rather work for a commercial architecture firm rather than exclusively interior design.
The other aspects of this week will come later... Sleep time until work tomorrow...
Mardi 6 novembre 2012 à 8:05
Cam just posted a new song. I like his acoustic version better. He invited me to his show at the Viper room two weeks ago, wish I went even though I would have to go alone. Wish J wasn't so drunk that night and K wasn't all over me, and B not all over my roomate, it would have been nice to hang out again, as friends.
Mardi 6 novembre 2012 à 5:49
I cleaned my room two days ago, looking for my voting card. Couple hours later, I found it. Wrong card, it's my North Carolina Voting card. For some reason, I thought my mum sent me my absentee ballot. I checked online and the deadline for the absentee ballot was at the beginning of October.... Failed. I will not vote once again.... Sorry Obama, I will be there in spirit. Damn, second time I miss voting. Every time I'm in the wrong country or the wrong state. Well, I moved to California for a reason, this state usually remains liberal no matter what. And if things get bad, I will just go back to Europe, thanks to dual citizenship.
Bad citizen, I know. Truth is, I only started to really pay attention to the presidential campaign after the first debate. Because this campaign was charged in so much negative ads that I couldn't take it. Spending millions trashing each other. In my mind, they both lost their integrity.
Cote Privee
We met downtown with the Spanish crew. We went to Mas Malo, this Mexican restaurant that a friend recommended me.
J, S, and I started off with drinks before they arrived. I ate a bit at home before coming there, so I could invest my money on Margaritas rather than food.
S studied in Mexico, so her speaking Spanish came in handy. First time we meet them when they are all sober. After diner, we all went back to my apartment, except I, who was sleeping at a "friend". We talked a bit, and S and I set up the sofas and beds for them in the living room, as two of them were leaving at 5am to go to the airport. RH slept with me of course. We talked for a while, about everything, enough to realized we were quite different. I was suppose to meet him at the airport after lunch with his classmates. But in the morning, the plan changed. He told me he had to buy some duty free products for his sister and would probably not have time to meet with me. Okay....so we have one hour left together. We walked down Melrose Ave so I could get my coffee and take a walk together before he leave. He was in such a rush that we only had time to go back and forth without having any time to seat and relax.
After he left, I uploaded the picture we took together. When he got online, he asked me to take them down. So....are you ashamed of me?
Apparently it was all about the hand, he didn't want his family to think strange things...What do you mean strange?
So I erased all of them. There, it's like I never existed I said. But he wanted me to put back the picture we took of the two of us this morning. I mean, for me, we look more like a couple on the second picture than we do on the first, since I am posing with two other guys, one also wrapped his hand around my leg. I got really frustrated. These pictures look compromising, but all the hundreds of pictures with him and other girls with your hands wrapped around them are not? Bullshit. I called him out on that, yes it finally came out. He looks like a player to me on all those pictures no matter how shy he pretend to be. I really tried not to think about it, because facebook is facebook, and is always misleading. Suddenly I felt stupid. I let my guard down and trusted someone. So I got cold on him. He said they were just friends, but I told him I didn't like people being ashamed of me. Then said:
" I really have a good night with u, and a good morning...i'm sad of say good bye to you... I really want that u can visit me one day...I will miss you"
I might be a bitch but I am unable to lie so my answer? " Are you at the airport?" Yes when I don't want to answer anything, I just talk about something else. I was trying to show that I wasn't mad, but I couldn't pretend that I missed him. I was angry and I just wanted to move on. Because this is how my mind process after my multiple awful experiences. I don't get angry or jealous for long, my feelings just turn off immediately and I get cold. And I move on to another guy. I mean come on, you might as well be honest now, you're leaving, you don't have to pretend you miss me.
He wanted me to upload the picture of the two of us again, but I didn't. True, you made a good point, I don't want anyone thinking that I am seeing anyone when I am single and available. It's not like it was going anywhere anyway, so he shouldn't pretend to be sad. Why would I go visit Spain if a little picture of us is already making you uncomfortable. So what if we run into your family in Madrid? What would you say, should I hide somewhere? No I won't spend my money for you. If he had stayed here it wouldn't even have worked out, because I wouldn't be able to trust him.
The only thing he left me with is his fever.
End of the story. Let's move on.
Bad citizen, I know. Truth is, I only started to really pay attention to the presidential campaign after the first debate. Because this campaign was charged in so much negative ads that I couldn't take it. Spending millions trashing each other. In my mind, they both lost their integrity.
Cote Privee
We met downtown with the Spanish crew. We went to Mas Malo, this Mexican restaurant that a friend recommended me.
J, S, and I started off with drinks before they arrived. I ate a bit at home before coming there, so I could invest my money on Margaritas rather than food.
S studied in Mexico, so her speaking Spanish came in handy. First time we meet them when they are all sober. After diner, we all went back to my apartment, except I, who was sleeping at a "friend". We talked a bit, and S and I set up the sofas and beds for them in the living room, as two of them were leaving at 5am to go to the airport. RH slept with me of course. We talked for a while, about everything, enough to realized we were quite different. I was suppose to meet him at the airport after lunch with his classmates. But in the morning, the plan changed. He told me he had to buy some duty free products for his sister and would probably not have time to meet with me. Okay....so we have one hour left together. We walked down Melrose Ave so I could get my coffee and take a walk together before he leave. He was in such a rush that we only had time to go back and forth without having any time to seat and relax.
After he left, I uploaded the picture we took together. When he got online, he asked me to take them down. So....are you ashamed of me?
Apparently it was all about the hand, he didn't want his family to think strange things...What do you mean strange?
So I erased all of them. There, it's like I never existed I said. But he wanted me to put back the picture we took of the two of us this morning. I mean, for me, we look more like a couple on the second picture than we do on the first, since I am posing with two other guys, one also wrapped his hand around my leg. I got really frustrated. These pictures look compromising, but all the hundreds of pictures with him and other girls with your hands wrapped around them are not? Bullshit. I called him out on that, yes it finally came out. He looks like a player to me on all those pictures no matter how shy he pretend to be. I really tried not to think about it, because facebook is facebook, and is always misleading. Suddenly I felt stupid. I let my guard down and trusted someone. So I got cold on him. He said they were just friends, but I told him I didn't like people being ashamed of me. Then said:
" I really have a good night with u, and a good morning...i'm sad of say good bye to you... I really want that u can visit me one day...I will miss you"
I might be a bitch but I am unable to lie so my answer? " Are you at the airport?" Yes when I don't want to answer anything, I just talk about something else. I was trying to show that I wasn't mad, but I couldn't pretend that I missed him. I was angry and I just wanted to move on. Because this is how my mind process after my multiple awful experiences. I don't get angry or jealous for long, my feelings just turn off immediately and I get cold. And I move on to another guy. I mean come on, you might as well be honest now, you're leaving, you don't have to pretend you miss me.
He wanted me to upload the picture of the two of us again, but I didn't. True, you made a good point, I don't want anyone thinking that I am seeing anyone when I am single and available. It's not like it was going anywhere anyway, so he shouldn't pretend to be sad. Why would I go visit Spain if a little picture of us is already making you uncomfortable. So what if we run into your family in Madrid? What would you say, should I hide somewhere? No I won't spend my money for you. If he had stayed here it wouldn't even have worked out, because I wouldn't be able to trust him.
The only thing he left me with is his fever.
End of the story. Let's move on.
Samedi 3 novembre 2012 à 22:13
I think what I found most entertaining is to hear guys saying how perfect I am. Really, the first impression you have of me is pretty misleading. I am far from being perfect. Indeed, my romantic side didn't last for too long. I never ended up going to see him. First of all, because I realize I was crazy when I woke up that morning, and second of all, because RH had a fever and meeting up was too complicated. This is fate throwing you signs that you should just stay home. So I did.Instead, Thursday night, I decided to check out the bar that A. mentioned when we last hung out. So I went to that bar, at the limits of West Hollywood and Beverly Hills. Well, no wonder he liked this bar, it's full of Armenian and Jewish people. And I was the only Asian girl there, and J one of the only white American girl, we felt a bit out of place. But we ran into Sam, this other French Jewish guy A brought over my place last week. He was friendly, introduced us to his roomate as well. He said A left an hour before we came. Good, I didn't want to see him. He never called or texted me after he came over, and neither did I. But somehow I still feel an attraction to him. I knew Sam would tell A I came by, so I decided to openly tell Sam me and J were trying to talk to the guys seating at the other table. Why? Because showing A that I don't care about him seems to be the only way to get his attention. Those games are pretty stupid I'll have to admit.
Everytime Sam passed by us, he would send us signal, that we should behave and he was watching us. Why should we?
After two drinks, I start freaking out, telling J. that I couldn't deal with all the romanticism going on between me and RH. That I wasn't like that. That this was like being with Ray all over again. The cheesiness, the cute words, the talking to each other everyday... I can't do that, this is not who I am.
So what did we do? Well one of the guy at the other table kept staring at me, a beautiful mixed men, possible black and white, with intense blue eyes, smiling. When I came back from the restroom, they were talking to J (yes my strategy worked) and we sat at their table. The guy talking to J was a visual effect artist. So I ended up talking to that mixed guy St. , who happened to be a lawyer for medical malpractice, and the other guy L , a movie producer.
Well L. was the nicest but he left. I ended up with St., who turned out to not be what I thought. I just made me feel stupid because he was a lawyer and I could tell he felt superior. He turned around and start talking to other older women, and I went out on the patio to smoke. I ran into Sam again, we talked.
He ask me to take his number down, saying he might have an after party later. When I came back inside, the lawyer ask us if he wanted to go back to his place. I thought we were too stupid for you? J, Luis, the visual effect guy, St, and I went back to his place.
Turned out St is a creep. Beautiful, but creepy. I'm too tired to explain, but let's just say he kept proposing me to "do a full tour of the house" aka come to my bedroom so we can fuck. So I told Jordan it was time to leave. When I refused he just said "okay, just leave then" Ha wow harsh. So we left with Luis (normal nice one). I have to admit that I made out with him though.... well it's not too bad as long as I don't end up doing anything more...
He didn't even walk us back to the car, just went to his bedroom. I didn't realize that I lost my keys until J drove me to my place. I freaked out, realizing i left it at St's house. This is what happened when you try to run away from someone in a rush, then you forget half of your belongings. Luckily we remembered the way to get to the house. Once we got there, the door was slightly open... St was so drunk he left the lights on and the door unlocked... Somehow we didn't hear us with our heels, I creeped in the living room and took back my keys and my cigarette and we ran back to the car and took off. Way to be creepy I know. The entire way back I was freaking out, with a conflicted drunk mind, feeling guilty about what I did because of RH, but also saying RH was leaving anyway. I told J that I was happy he was leaving, otherwise he would be too clingy and he would end up driving me nuts. That maybe him leaving is something good, so that the only thing I will have from him is a good memory before he invade my personal space...and we all know that I need more independency than the average person....
Everytime Sam passed by us, he would send us signal, that we should behave and he was watching us. Why should we?
After two drinks, I start freaking out, telling J. that I couldn't deal with all the romanticism going on between me and RH. That I wasn't like that. That this was like being with Ray all over again. The cheesiness, the cute words, the talking to each other everyday... I can't do that, this is not who I am.
So what did we do? Well one of the guy at the other table kept staring at me, a beautiful mixed men, possible black and white, with intense blue eyes, smiling. When I came back from the restroom, they were talking to J (yes my strategy worked) and we sat at their table. The guy talking to J was a visual effect artist. So I ended up talking to that mixed guy St. , who happened to be a lawyer for medical malpractice, and the other guy L , a movie producer.
Well L. was the nicest but he left. I ended up with St., who turned out to not be what I thought. I just made me feel stupid because he was a lawyer and I could tell he felt superior. He turned around and start talking to other older women, and I went out on the patio to smoke. I ran into Sam again, we talked.
He ask me to take his number down, saying he might have an after party later. When I came back inside, the lawyer ask us if he wanted to go back to his place. I thought we were too stupid for you? J, Luis, the visual effect guy, St, and I went back to his place.
Turned out St is a creep. Beautiful, but creepy. I'm too tired to explain, but let's just say he kept proposing me to "do a full tour of the house" aka come to my bedroom so we can fuck. So I told Jordan it was time to leave. When I refused he just said "okay, just leave then" Ha wow harsh. So we left with Luis (normal nice one). I have to admit that I made out with him though.... well it's not too bad as long as I don't end up doing anything more...
He didn't even walk us back to the car, just went to his bedroom. I didn't realize that I lost my keys until J drove me to my place. I freaked out, realizing i left it at St's house. This is what happened when you try to run away from someone in a rush, then you forget half of your belongings. Luckily we remembered the way to get to the house. Once we got there, the door was slightly open... St was so drunk he left the lights on and the door unlocked... Somehow we didn't hear us with our heels, I creeped in the living room and took back my keys and my cigarette and we ran back to the car and took off. Way to be creepy I know. The entire way back I was freaking out, with a conflicted drunk mind, feeling guilty about what I did because of RH, but also saying RH was leaving anyway. I told J that I was happy he was leaving, otherwise he would be too clingy and he would end up driving me nuts. That maybe him leaving is something good, so that the only thing I will have from him is a good memory before he invade my personal space...and we all know that I need more independency than the average person....