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Where am I?

Halloween! My favorite Holiday. I really didn't celebrate my birthday a few weeks ago. But Halloween... that's another story. I will be playing with make-up this evening before going out. I was a Zombie Saturday night, my boyfriend was mangled, my cousin Elvira and a friend we painted as Skeletor.

Now, back to business.

I caught up on all my bills in July, because I sold Motorhomes for two weeks in June.

Then, I went to Oregon for a family emergency surgery and watched my grandfather die over a month. I turned down jobs while I was away. Which always sucks when you work so hard for those connections. All in all that month set me back and I'm now picking up the pieces, trying not to get evicted . Oh... did I mention 2 days after returning home, a friend of mine in the building overdosed and since my boyfriend was the last person he called the night before, the guy he was with called us to get him out of his house. I called the paramedic and it was a good thing or we would have lost him. I spent the whole at the hospital. Just like how I had the month of July and August.

So, this is where I am now.

I have now quit all the jobs I spent the month of September trying to find. I was hired by TS as her first employee. We leave again for "QVC" in two weeks. (We went back in July but I never got a chance to write about it. The family emergency.) Now that I was hired by TS I still needed a second job, Bloomingdales rehired me, even though she told me it was a place to die. So, I went back just part-time to sell fragrances, it made me sick to my stomach and I swore I would never go back. 2nd day there a man committed suicide by jumping off the Beverly Center and landed on La Cienega. I didn't believe it, so I went to look out the parking garage. The body was gone... but I saw the blood. Is this a sign? Stick it out. Well, a week later my first feature film was making the festival circuit and it was at the Beverly Center. Now, I only worked 17 hours and on my last shift one of the actresses from the (film a real bitch because she's a model on a t.v. games show) comes in to buy... you got it fragrances. I didn't help her but I realized something. I wasn't meant to go back. But I had to find out for myself.

Then I turned down an infomercial. It was geared toward the Latin market with a French name. Hmmmm Did I mention the product was shit.

All in all things are working out. Doesn't mean I don't get depressed. Especially, since none of my friends really understand what is going on with me. I really haven't felt the need to express myself to anyone except when it comes to my work. Did I mention my mom and I are not talking. We usually talk everyday. She got made that I decided not to be hypocrite anymore or I just need to face the fact my brother has an elderly woman fedish.

Which leads me to my job last week. I learned about a program for women in the film industry and I have decided to belong to this group. It's a great way to network and essentially its a social club for women in the industry. And they also help women with developing their career. Awarding them a scholarship to AFI. I've found my way.