This is What Happens When You Trust Your Gut!
She is how I am feeling right now FYI ^^^^^
My job has ended at the coffee shop and I must say that it is bitter sweet. I will miss the people that I have met along the way. It was a great experience and I have no regrets. The coffee shop will surely be missed in some areas. I have to give a big shout to my manager though. She was the real MVP. She understood a lot that I was throwing at her and will I always be grateful for that.
I was more than happy to announce that I had another job lined up before before summer vacation. Saying my goodbyes felt good as hell. I got so much love. The whole ordeal made me feel like I was moving onto bigger and better things even though the job wasn’t that major. It was just a customer service job downtown. I was excited that I finally got a job that I applied for, downtown, in the old LA Times building; which in all turned out to be a funny but disappointing story.
To make a long story short, I thought I was going to be in the mist of those that worked inside the LA Times. I planned on networking, making connections and eventually, working for them. However, my dreams were crushed when I found out that LA Times Magazine moved locations. I laughed, but was nothing funny.
I got hired with a group of people by a landslide. Lucky for us, we all couldn’t be interviewed because there were no managers in the office to interview us, so, the recruiter said that when this happens, you’re automatically hired in. Great right! So, afterwards we go into a little room to take typing and listening test to see if anyone wasn’t too slow. It annoys me to leave misspelled words and avoidable grammar to be corrected (according to my knowledge of grammar). I passed of course, but, a problem had to arise where I had to make a tough decision. Before taking the drug test, we all had to agree that we needed to be promptly on time Monday morning to begin training. This was a problem for me because my last day at the coffee shop was on that following Thursday.
I tried explaining to head lady in charge about my dilemma but she wasn’t trying to hear me. Or, maybe she was but she couldn’t help me because she had to stick to a time schedule and couldn’t make any exceptions. I called her all types of names in my head because she had a stinky attitude when I asked her about pushing the date back for me. If you don’t know me, when someone gets an attitude with me, I definitely gives one back. You’re not about to play me especially not in front of a crowd. You got me fucked up. After I was showed my teeth a bit, she relaxed a little and said that I can either take the job or leave it. I already knew my boss wasn’t gonna go for the shits. The coffee shop was my bread and butter! So, I politely said thank you and walked out of the office. My stomach was in shambles. I wasn’t sure if I made the right decision or not.
On one hand I have a new job ready for the taking that is all year round. It may be less money, but at least it’s stable. On the other hand I have the coffee shop that I truly adore. Certain people have done incredible things for me and I couldn’t thank them enough. The guilt of leaving them high and dry was bugging the shit out of me. I called my mom and my best friend for their thoughts and it was the same. “TAKE THE NEW JOB BITCH! YOU GOTTA DO WHAT’S BEST FOR YOU AT THIS MOMENT!” I stood there in that moment to try and memorize the mental state I was in. I wanted to FEEL what it was like when I had to make an important decision that’ll benefit me. Deep down, I knew what I had to do. But my “niceness” was rubbing me the wrong way. In the end I did what I had too. I made it up in my mind that was going to quit the coffee shop and work the new job. I got back on that elevator so quick and took the drug test she didn’t even have time to throw my application in the trash can.
After all that, I didn’t even get to start the damn job. My driver’s license was expired and I had to take the rest of the week to try and get a California state I.D. I was stressed the fuck out over that shit. Nevertheless, I finally got it. I had to do some finessing with my “rental agreement” in order to get cleared for the next orientation class. Come to find out there was no orientation class. It was booked so basically, I lost the job completely. Strangely enough, I didn’t fret. After stressing the entire week prior, I no longer had the energy to do it anymore. I was positive about my downfall for once. I haven’t felt this optimistic since I arrived to L.A.
A few nights later, I filled out over fifty applications online. Something had to bite, I thought and SOMETHING did. You are not looking at a personal assistant! I have never done this before, so I hope that I am great. It’s a lot of organizing, a quality that I am barely good at, but I am sure I can get through this. Shit, I have too. The pay isn’t that bad either, so, hell yeah!
I feel that being a personal assistant will help me in the long run. I have a very good feeling about this believe it or not. I am no longer worried about money or where my next meal will come from. I feel… protected by the universe. Just have to keep this positive mindset and I’ll be fine. Can’t wait to let you know how it goes. Until then…
Stay Positive. Stay Focused. Vibrate Higher. Peace