Usually I have more to write about than I have recently, but I'm still adjusting to Los Angeles and it takes quite a bit out of me at times.  However, yesterday was an amazing day and deserves an entry.

My day was actually kind of depressing at first.  I got a call from the temp agency offering me a position with a food distributer acting as a purchase order processor.  It's a good company, but with a sort of corporate feel to it.  The commute would have been awful, and the pay wasn't that great either.  I told the agency I'd have to think about it. 

After all, to work for 40 hours a week with another 10 hours devoted commuting to and from work, plus homework and writing and other things, and I'd be exhausted.  This line of thinking led me into some more serious thoughts about what sort of job I really want versus what sort of job I really need right now.  I recently graduated college and the mountain of debt is only going to grow higher as I pursue my graduate studies.  So obviously an income is a nice thing to have...

On the other hand, an income needn't be that exhausting.  So I considered part-time work, especially after I discovered that the cafe around the corner is looking for some part-time help.  So I picked up an application and I started filling it out.  But then it occurred to me when I got to the "salary required" section that part-time work rarely ever pays well enough to make it worth it.  Why can't part-time help get paid the same hourly rates as full-time help?  It's discouraging.  I could easily do fine with half of the paycheck I'll be getting in the coming months.  Not that I'm going to turn down the extra cash, it will be used and wisely so.

So I did what I do when I'm stumped and I can't make up my mind--I called Steven.  And when Steven wouldn't or couldn't make up my mind for me, I played a little WoW, and all the while, I should have been eating lunch and getting ready to run errands.  So mid-WoW, I get another phone call from a 310 area code, and I first think it must be the agency calling to pester me instead of giving me the day or two they said I could take to think about it.  Well, I answer it anyhow just in case it's Steven calling from another phone or something, and lo and behold, it's the woman I interviewed with on Tuesday.  I left the interview not feeling as though I'd get the job, and after not hearing back on Wednesday, I had assumed it was a done deal and someone else had been hired.  I know, that's impatient of me, but for a receptionist position, it normally doesn't take a whole lot of deliberation to find the right person for the job, and I, quite frankly, have a hard time seeing myself as the right person for any job (insecure? me? no....).

She called to offer me the job.  I'm hired.  I'm employed.  I'm no longer a "temp."  I'm a real, honest-to-goodness working woman again.  *sighs in relief*

To make it even better, the people I work with seem to be amazingly nice and friendly people.  The hardest jobs I've had were those where my personality clashed with those of my coworkers.  Usually it's not a big clash.  Usually it's just something that ends up being draining to me, but totally unnoticeable to anyone else.  This is me being an introvert.

Well, today was my first day.  Not only do I get paid more to go to a job that's a 20-minute drive away (in bad traffic), it's a job that I will enjoy (I get to see people, yay!), and it's around people who are amazingly a lot like me.  I know this because today was a team-building retreat for the administrative staff (I'm the receptionist) and I attended.  We all took Myers-Briggs as part of our lessons for the day.  As it turns out we all were very similar in some aspects, but one of the women that I'll be working with closely turned out to be exactly the same M-B type as me (INFP, with the P being a low score, meaning the alternate letter applies to us sometimes as well).  I am highly optimistic.

Well, the rest of my day yesterday, was just as exciting.  First, I got lost in LA trying to find Tony Maroni's to get sandwiches.  I needed to get sandwiches because Steven and I needed something quick to eat on the way to the Hollywood Bowl.  We went to go see Video Games Live, which was FABULOUS!  They did all sorts of video game music, but the parts that I liked the most were the prelude which was a dedication to the daughter of one of the guys (I'm sorry, I'm the worst with names).  It was adorable and actually made me cry.  Besides the teary part before the show started, the show itself was amazing.  I especially appreciated the Super Mario Brothers rendition and the World of Warcraft renditions.  The bit of Halo 3 music they played was fantastic.  We found out what the monk chanting really was at the beginning of Halo (1... 2...?  I don't know.  I'm not as into first person shooters as my little brother).

And I was up until about 1:30 AM and then awake at 7 something this morning...  So that's all the writing I have in me today.