WHOA, the past 7 days have been INSANE! I'll start at the beginning. A few weeks ago, Andreen sent me a job description from an L.A. recruiter. It was for a position in NYC and it looked pretty huge. I didn't think much about it and sent over my resume letting them know that I had been referred. About a week later, a girl that I had met through another L.A. headhunter emailed me about the job as well, and had personally referred me. I then re-emailed the recruiter and let her know that I had 2 referrals about the position now. 2 days later she finally called me back. She proceeded to tell me all about the job. 6 days a week, long hours, 20% travel or so. PA/house manager job, yadda yadda yadda. I was a bit hesitant, and then she told me who it was working for. When I say A-List Celeb, I MEAN IT. I've never been interested in working for celebs. Too much drama, too little pay. But this... THIS, THISSSSS I will do. I won't get any updates for a while, the job would begin in September, hopefully I'll find out if I get an interview in the next week or so, and will OF COURSE update you :-)WAIT!! The awesome week doesn't end THERE!!
*Disclaimer: As much as I want to, I just can't say the name of the celeb right now, so this means I have to alter this next bit a little as well.
The call about this particular celeb/interview made me think of my ex from Orange County whom I was head over heels for in my younger years. 19-23 years old to be exact. It was off and on, and well, you know, we were young and stupid (he was more stupid than me *wink*) and just couldn't get it to work out. He worked for the record label of my potential interview/job.
For kicks I searched him out on Facebook, AGAIN. Mind you, over the past 5-6 years, I have always looked for him. Myspace, Facebook, Google, wherever. Even when I searched this time, I thought NO WAY would he be listed. After 5-6 years of searching??
HE WAS.
I also saw his brother. I added both of them. His brother added me back, and I quickly emailed him to see about "R". By the next morning, he had called me. My heart was in my stomach. It was just like my 19 year-old self reappeared, only more self aware and confident, smarter and more savvy, yet terrified as a mouse.
On his Facebook he's listed his network as Orange County, CA. So of course I figure he still lives there. That's fine, I'm glad he's well. I'm glad to even have the chance to say hello again. Happy and excited to be able to hear about his life the past 11 years.
This is how the phone call goes down (with some artistic license):
R: I was just out there visiting. I can't believe I missed you by 2 weeks.
Me: Out where, you were in New York?
R: No, I was in Orange County. I could've seen you
Me: Ummm, I don't live in Orange County anymore, I live in New York. Where do YOU live?
R: DC
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT? 3 hours away? Not possible!
Long story semi-short, he drove up the next day for the weekend and it's ALL GOOD. When you see someone after 11 years it's really an amazing thing to see how you two have grown and the people you've become. It's a beautiful thing.
Today between smiles I received a phone call about ANOTHER job, my interview is tomorrow and I was told the principal will make a decision pretty much on the spot. PRAY FOR ME MY FRIENDS AND FOLLOWERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
If I get the job, I'll be taking a little road trip on Wednesday. Perhaps I'll get to see where Mr. Obama lives.
