UoV in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

Updates on Various:

New Living Situation: I’ve found a new loft to move into. It’s a mere 5 blocks or so from where I live now. The view sucks. I will basically be looking directly into someone else’s bedroom, I guess. Weird. Because they will be looking directly into mine, too. I like to keep my blinds open because I love the light. I can’t wait to see how this all works out. I keep telling myself that this is s temporary move and it won’t be so bad. I already know one of my new neighbors (one of the leasing agents), and I saw another guy (hot!) because he came to the leasing office to pick up a package or something while I was there dropping off my reservation check. It’s all good. It’s only temporary.

Old Living Situation: When I got home last night from looking at a still different place (cool place, but VERY expensive for this part of the world), I walked in the door and no sooner had I shut the door than I heard the loudest, scariest noises coming from another loft. It sounded as though the building was going to fall down. I was so freaked out that I thought I was going to have to evacuate. I was even afraid to get too close to the noise. But I walked around the corner and I could tell that it was coming from the place two doors down. But the thing is, there is only one other person who lives in the building and he lives a floor below me. And it was after 7:00, and I thought that surely the construction guys wouldn’t be working that late, would they? So as I was doing all of this creeping through the hallways and thinking, someone popped around the corner and scared the shit out of me. Turns out, this guy is the new owner of the place doing all the blasting, and he apologized for scaring me. He said he was trying to get this work done for weeks now and that the construction people were so freaking slow that he was making them work after hours. He asked if I was the girl who lived in #XYZ, because apparently the construction guys talk about me, and he was curious about who I was. Well, that and the fact that there is a sign on my door that says “OCCUPIED, ENTER BY APPT ONLY”, and I had planted a big, coppery-colored kiss mark on the sign.

Welllll….I actually invited him in because he was curious about my loft, and I told him the story about how I’m moving out, etc. He told me that he’s building his business here in town and that he’s renovating both his living space and his film studio. He told me that he’d inquired about my loft, but of course, I was going to BUY my loft, so he wasn’t able to nab it. I told him (over a bottle of wine) that he should actually buy my place now. After all, it’s available. And as far as I know, the realtors haven’t even shown it to anyone yet.

We walked over to his unit, wine glasses in hand so that he could show me the renovation he’s doing to his place. Whoa. It’s going to be such a showcase. I was terribly impressed, and quite bummed that I’m leaving. What a cool neighbor.

Long, long story, but he invited me to dinner and I told him no, but then I thought, what the hell? Be a little spontaneous. So I went. But first, we had to stop at yet another loft (where he’s living while the renovation is being done). And then to his temporary video studio. And then to dinner. And more wine at dinner. And then back to the studio so he could show me some of his videos (yeah, right!). And I told him I really wanted to go home after that because my spontaneity was waning, so he drove me back to my place, but told me that he needed to come back so he could let the crew back in at 7:30 in the morning!

Um. Right. He’s since called me three times (including at 7:30 this morning so he could warn me that he was going to start again with the jackhammering) and left messages about how he can’t wait to continue our “friendship” and that he’s going to try to convince me to stay. Wha? I did tell him that I’d be interested in doing some styling for some things he’s got in the hopper. Perhaps a career move after all? We shall see.

All in all, an interestingly bizarre evening. I’m still tired. And he wants me to go to some photo shoot tonight. I can’t help being curious.

Whoops. This was supposed to be about my old living situation, wasn’t it. The gist is, I’m still moving, but not going without playing out all of the scenarios, ya know?

On the Job Front: A few nibbles here and there which haven’t gotten me anywhere. Had a phone interview for a company in New Jersey, but they decided not to pursue. Still making phone calls every so often. I feel like I have bigger, more pressing issues to take care of right now and can’t devote tons of time to look for a new job. I’m sure I’ll think differently if and when I get laid off, but for now…I’m inching my way closer to the BIG CHANGE. Baby steps.

I have, however decided to use a week of vacation to go to on a job blitz. I’ve registered for a job fair devoted to experienced professionals in my industry. This will be held in L.A., and I’m going to hopefully surround it with some additional interviews in San Francisco. I’m also going to try to get back up to New York during the first week of October and see what I can pull out of that. Again, slowly but surely. I will find another job…a better one (not necessarily bigger because I could barely keep my head above water here). Definitely a better one. In a city that I love.

On the Love Life: So right. After I make all of these plans to interview hop and I’m taking all of this time off, who should show back up by sending another email inviting me to Australia? That’s right Agent Aussie!! WHY?! I don’t hear from him for weeks and just assume that he isn’t interested anymore, and then BLAMMO! A sweet, charming email. [sigh] Not sure what to do about that. I’m going to do this job thing, for sure. But do I have the time to go to Australia too? Maybe over Thanksgiving?? Would be a fun week, right? Perhaps he’ll consider that.

Then there’s New York Fling, who’s been sending very provocative texts in my direction. I told him I was trying to get back to NYC very soon, and I could sense the excitement. That’s very cool. Hm.

And then, of course, LDL. I don’t really know what to say about him right now, except for the fact that I’m going to visit him again, and I’m not sure how I feel about that. Sure, we’ll have lots of fun. But I just don’t know.

I’m so ‘eh’ about my situation right now anyway. But it’s nice to get laid every now and then.

I think that’s enough updating for now. I don’t feel like rambling on about my fat ass, so I guess we’ll end here.

Off to the photo shoot (maybe)!