I don't even know what to say. Probably not a good thing right? Well as of right now, no one but my dad will read this but thats ok! He'll love it :) Today I am going to go hiking at Runyon Canyon (hiking in the hills of Los Angeles really reminds me how much I don't miss living in Ontario) with Phil - best friend/hubby - who has recently broken 3 ribs and punctured his lung sac grinding a big ol' double kink rail. That was a 3 weeks ago so right now he's a little better. We will bring with us our "chihuahua" and I say that in quotations because he is 17 pounds and way bigger than we ever thought a chihuahua could get. He is The Babe. Jimmy The Babe. He has the personality I did when I was 3, which means tantrums, sneakiness, talking back, and always getting what he wants.
I had an interview yesterday with a Grassroots Campaign organization that works with other various organizations such as Amnesty International, and Save The Children - I will be going in sometime next week for my "demonstration" day! I am excited! I need a new job. I am currently working at The Cheesecake Factory, which don't get me wrong, has it's perks (the cheesecake, which I could easily argue as being a fat sentence than a perk). It leaves me feeling like a pawn in chess, paid very little money, and no tips. The job itself could be simple. I take the guests from the entrance of the restaurant to the table I have been told to go by the "Filler" (the filling of the restaurant is a very intense job) however, during those couple of minutes I am actually with the guest, I either get ignored, get blamed for not giving them the table they want, get argued with if they want to sit in a closed section, or am forced to run back and forth between the guest and the desk as a messenger. So fulfilling! It's not that bad really, the restaurant itself is beautiful, big and air conditioned! Things will change though. I am determined. Today is a my good friend Heather Sklar's birthday and we will be celebrating tonight at a spot in Hollywood called Velvet Margarita. I adore the Latin feel of the city of angels...
