It’s a cool sixty-six degrees in our Hollywood bungalow. This home won’t be ours for long. At the end of the week we are moving our things to a modest one-bedroom. Finally, a place of our own.

The last three days have been hard. A stomach flu or food poisoning or something else entirely different and horrible ravaged my digestive system. For two days, B has cared for me, going to Ralph’s before 7AM on a Saturday morning to get my Gatorade and Pepto Bismol, refilling my glass of water, making sure I was comfortable. Late last night, as my stomach was finally settling, we switched roles. Now he lays beside me, occasionally stirring and groaning about the pain in his stomach (which I can vouch for). He’ll wake up, I’ll get him more Gatorade, and he will drift back to sleep, and I’ll feel bad that I’ve given him this, that he took such good care of me that his stomach is now churning endlessly.

After two solid years of being in a cross-continental relationship, I really can’t help but to feel lucky to have this moment. To care and be cared for.

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Update on Yesterday’s Post

I got the job. I’m starting this week.

Looks like I should just start at the top of my year’s list of goals and work my way down.

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A quick pick-me-up

I’m back into the rigorous process of job-hunting. And while I loathe my current situation, getting out of it is going to require I throw myself back into the awkward interviews and hearing no sign that my resume was even received, let alone looked at. A good friend of mine wrote a note on my behalf yesterday, and I had the privilege of being bcc:ed on it. I was truly touched by this email, and hope that I can return the favor for him sometime soon. Or buy him a bottle of moderately-priced wine. Names have been changed to protect the innocent.

Hey E’s Potential New Boss -

My friend E gave me a call because she is interviewing with you tomorrow and she wanted to know if I knew who you were. I of course said yes and that it would be a great opportunity for her.

I worked with E when I was at A Poorly Managed Management Company (I worked there 6 months as the office manager) I have to say that she is absolutely one of the best people I have ever had the pleasure of working with. E was Boss Lady’s assistant (The head of the literary department) but she also did help out with the talent department whenever possible. While I didn’t supervise E directly, I did share a desk with her and I don’t know if you are familiar with Boss Lady, but she’s quite tough. E was nothing but professional and handled her high volume desk with ease. She’s incredibly thoughtful, smart, responsible, detail oriented and she’s also a joyful personality. Boss Lady’s clients were so comfortable with E and they often sought her advice and input personally. She also always made sure Boss Lady was ten steps ahead of the game. And as an added bonus, she will never fail to make the office laugh even when things get stressful.

I know we’ve never met personally, but I just wanted to put in my two cents and say without a doubt, you should hire her.

Thanks!

A Really Great Friend

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Goals

Here are a few goals I have for 2011.

Career/Finance
-Find a new job.
-Become completely financially independent.
-Save money.

Health/Well Being
-Maintain a exercise routine.
-Limit eating out to once a week.
-Eat more fresh produce.
-Preventative hair appointments (to prevent my hair turning into the rat’s nest that sat on my head this summer).

Miscellaneous
-Read more books, read more scripts.
-Keep my home clean.
-Be a better blogger.
-Hold tight to the reigns of my own life; acknowledge that while I am not in control of everything around me, it’s ultimately up to me how I react.

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On Being Thankful

This post may be coming a few days late by most calendars. Thanksgiving was almost a full week ago, Emily. You need to get your shiz together. But hear me out! The day of Thanksgiving is not the only day in which we should be thankful. My personal November 25th was spent cooking, cleaning, and then catering to a group of ten. It was more stressful than thankful. But that’s okay. Because yesterday, five days after the nation’s most thankful day of the year, I, Emily, had a revelation.

I am so lucky. Blessed, even.

A little background:

  1. I have a part time job in the non-profit world.
  2. I live in one of the more expensive cities in the nation. It also happens to be one of the most stressful cities in America as well, according to Portfolio.com.
  3. the city I live in has a municipal utilities department that may or may not be one of the worst in the country, and my room mates and I were slammed with a bill for almost $900.
  4. Sometimes I kinda freak out.

So anyway, this bill combined with rent and making barely enough money to scrape by, sent me into a frenzy. I cried. I dry heaved. I called my mother. Long story (somewhat) short, things have been taken care of. Now, onto yesterday.

The aforementioned non-proffy has a storage unit. It’s a creepy place. It looks like a jail and is inhabited during operating hours by a cast of bizarre characters, mostly emotionally unstable hoarders and homeless people who scrape up enough cash to pay the monthly charge for a unit. One of the residents yesterday came to the unit to commiserate with some of his friends, wearing only flip flops. Now, I understand that Southern California, to outsiders, seems like it’s all palm trees and sunglasses, but the reality is, it can get pretty cold around here.

He was talking to his friends about how he can’t handle this anymore. He is sick of sleeping on benches. That his feet were turning colors. That he couldn’t go to the hospital because he couldn’t pay a bill. He was going to try to move back into a motel. From conversations I’ve over heard from him in the past, he is new to being homeless. He’s been on the streets for about six months. Things haven’t been too bad for him, and he has made some good friends. But now as the cold creeps into this City of Angels, he has made a plan, and is getting out of his situation.

It really hit me, I am blessed. I really am. My rock bottom is a lot higher than a lot of peoples’. While I don’t revel in that, because that would kind of make me a monster, I do have to take that knowledge (and, frankly, privilege) and make things better for myself, and those close to me. Life isn’t fair, I understand that. I don’t expect it to be. With my luck lately, I’ve felt I’ve been owed a break, owed a good job, owed to get lucky on something. That’s not the case at all. I am lucky. I have a job, I’m really owed nothing. I have been given many gifts, and it’s time for me to make the most of them.

Now, it’s really easy to count our blessings when we compare them to other people’s curses. To see what we have when looking at the have-nots of others. That’s not really fair. Sure, I don’t like my job, but at least I have a place to live. We do all handle different hardships, and relativity isn’t really how to process what we are thankful for. To be truly thankful, we should take into consideration our own blessings, but not in comparison to anything. Blessings are current; they are not relative.

So, these are my post-Thanksgiving giving thanks thoughts.

Give thanks.

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Roundup 11-8

In an effort to try to post here more frequently, I’m going to share a few links to things that I’ve read lately that moved me/made me think/I enjoyed.

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The Up Series

“Give me a child until he is seven and I will give you the man.” -Jesuit motto, based on a quote by Francis Xavier

I’ve been spending a fair amount of time in the past two days watching the most fascinating documentary films, the Up Series. It’s a series of films set seven years apart. They follow the lives of children of different walks of life in England from age seven, starting in 1964.

Some of the children at 7

While admittedly, the series has some flaws, so far I have loved seeing these children at 7, watching them come into their awkward phase at 14, and on to a more adult–yet still young and fairly idealistic– at 21. It’s amazing to juxtapose the children of wealthy parents who have been groomed to attend the finest schools with the illegitimate child living in a charity home. Even at age seven, you can see the cruel side of class.

But what I think I like best about the series is watching the subjects find their own relative happiness. At 21, Symon, a mixed race child who at seven was living in an orphanage, holds a job working in food service. He likes it. When the interviewer hints that he may be better than this, he shrugs it off, saying that he just must enjoy hard labor, and that he does not give much thought to those kinds of thing. John, on the other hand, has grown up in boarding schools with wealthy parents. His parents resources have made him into a person far different than Symon. He is studying law at 21, and has a bit of a chip on his shoulder (although, the way he speaks about his situation almost makes you feel as if he is the victim.)

The group at 21

The subjects who I find to be the most interesting are the girls. Jackie, Lynn, and Sue grew up together in a working class neighborhood, and from there have each made their own paths into adulthood. Lynn shyly tells us that she wants to work at Woolworth’s, and at 21 is married and working as a librarian. She seems to enjoy her work. For some reason I find it really empowering to watch these girls grow into young women. While married at 19 and working for a bank doesn’t seem to be today’s version of an independent woman, it’s clear that Jackie has made choices in her life that have gotten her to where she is. Lynn remains unmarried until age 24, and works for a travel agency, doing something she truly loves. Looking back using such a small lens (the lives of these three girls) rather than looking at an entire movement, is really interesting. Feminism is at work here, but the angry women we associate with the second wave movement are not in the forefront of this story.

Suzy, on the other hand, was raised by very wealthy parents, and groomed to attend the best schools money can buy. By 16, Suzy drops out of school to travel. In a weird way, I have a bizarre respect for Suzy’s choices to leave school. I wonder if her wealth makes me feel like this is okay for her, where as if I had heard that Jackie, Lynn, or Sue had dropped out at 16, I’d have assumed that they were knocked up, settling, had gotten into trouble. While Suzy is doing well financially (appears to be bankrolled by her parents) she lacks a career as the other, working class, girls do. I don’t know if this is saying anything in particular, but I think it’s fascinating.

Jackie, Lynn, and Sue, age 7

I’m currently watching AMC’s Mad Men, and have realized that these women are the same generation as Sally Draper. What I particularly like about the first film in the series is that it focuses on these girls as main characters. We see what these girls think about things, not what they are told to think, how they are told to behave, how adults react to their actions. All of the subjects are incredibly candid. I’m unsure of the coaxing that they received from the film makers, but the opinions stated by the children seem incredibly honest.

My favorite subject is Neil, from Liverpool (pictured below). He is hilarious, bright. At 7, he wants to be an astronaut or a coach driver. At 14, he is unsure of what he wants to be, but knows that he wants to travel. I’ve done some light reading and learn that Neil at the time of 21 Up is homeless. You have to wonder what went “wrong” between age 14 and 21. Why Neil, a boy from the suburbs, is squatting in London, while Tony, a boy from a poor family in the East End, is doing fine for himself, taking yearly vacations to Spain. Neil, who is the social mean of the group, seems to have made the most drastic jump. I was saddened to hear about Neil’s hard times, but reading further, things do look up for Neil.

Neil, 14

Anyway, this is an amazing series so far. Three films in, I felt moved to write about it. I highly, highly suggest checking this out. I believe that it’s consumable in a long weekend. All episodes are streaming on Netflix.

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