The Hollywood sign sits on top of Mount Lee, luminesce like a 50 foot bug zapper waiting for the young, smart and beautiful to flock towards it only to realize that unless you’ve been blessed by the fruits of nepotism and affluence, the only way to survive is to eat shit, kiss ass and live broke until you get the golden egg. Either that or sleep your way to the top in a town where gossip is a form of currency, so it only works with married men who need to keep it a secret, and takes a black soul ironically present behind a lot of the fake tits and million dollar smiles. Yet, despite knowing these truths, the few who just work hard, play by the rules and keep their heads down will eventually get their chance to live a semi realistic version of the Hollywood life, and that’s what was driving me for the last three years.
Then my boss got fired and I got laid off 12 hours later.
When you work in a town where your ex is dating your nemesis, your best friend has made out with your crush and your future boyfriend is likely to be his ex’s ex, finding a new job isn’t the hardest thing in the world. In fact, if I just needed something to pay the bills I could go back to rolling calls and ordering egg white omelets tomorrow, but for the first time in 13 years, (yes I started working practically the day I was legally allowed to) severance and the state of California are paying my bills, and I have all the free time in the world to grab the proverbial bull by the horns and make my dreams come true. I better not fuck this up.
~** CONFESSIONS OF A 5-FOOT GIANT 