No Power

The fucking power is out in my apartment. Now what am I doing squandering my precious battery of my laptop? Not to worry, I'm at Starbucks charging my laptop through an outlet and my phone through my laptop! This sucks. This place doesn't even have WiFi, so I'm using my mobile broadband. Why is the power out? I have no fucking idea. I payed my rent to ex-Roommate's aunt who signed the lease. I did everything by The Man's book, but The Man just said, "Fuck you."
Anywhich, I'm at Starbucks, hoping that no one will ask me to leave when they catch me watching Phineas and Ferb. I'll just have to make my sandwich and apple juice last until my laptop is charged.
BAh new job. I still don't like it, mostly because I don't like clothes as much as I should to enjoy the job. Although I did revel in the fact that I carried over $25,000.00 from Bergdorf across town and probably about three times as much in total since I also had to go to Gucci and Saks Fifth Avenue. I had over $4,000.00 worth of shoes in 1 bag... okay the smallest fraction of me that is a girl was in awe of the shoes. I don't mind the girls so much anymore, since apparently the younger girls are just better to talk to. Sadly we all have vowel names (Amy, Aileen, Autumn, Amelia, Olga) so we get confused. Olga calls Aileen Amelia, Aileen calls me Olga, and Autumn calls Olga Aileen. Of course I just say "yes" to whatever name nowadays because of the confusion.

Wow...I Guess I Was Correct on the Whole "Forever Alone" Thing

So I don't have a roommate anymore. It's just me now in this tiny one room apartment. The aunt is coming and going, taking Roommate's things out. I kinda wish she'd told me she was leaving before you know leaving. But now I have my own place for the next two weeks before I leave.
I don't want to think about leaving. I'm going to miss this place, even though I've only lived here for a month and a half. I love it here. My friends tried to persuade me to go to college here instead of California, but since I've now been "officially" accepted to the college of my hopes and dreams, it's a little too late to back out. Plus I really love L.A. That might just be one of the worst things about my new job in costumes/wardrobe. Everyone I work with hates L.A. while I love it. The ever charming Cameron said I was lucky to live out there. Steve (not the Internet) merely said "Ah...lucky kid." The guys seem to think I'm going to enjoy my time in California, while the girls I work with now (yes all girls blech) find L.A. dull and overrated. That might be the worst thing about my new job, that I won't really be able to talk to them. Maybe the whole having to go through every Seventeen   magazine from 1995 is worse, but at least I can entertain myself with the reviews of Toy Story and tearing up the "bookmarks" to make interesting puzzles while no one is looking.
Yeah I'm not appreciating the whole "Fashion" business. I don't like it, and I don't think I ever have, but now I strongly dislike it. Of course after walking around Central Park East to pick up catalogs from all the high-end stores, I began to despise it.


I wanna go back to locations...

Two Weeks=Forever Alone

I miss my roommate! She's been missing for 2 weeks, and I'm not sure where she is. Last I heard she was in New Jersey and had to go on this business trip for something I forgot to ask about. I kind of miss her here. Without her I have no one to talk to except myself, and I don't make very good company. I also have no reason to clean my room; it's a complete mess! She also left food in her half of the fridge and freezer, and it's starting to smell...She should be here so that way I can't be bored because she could give me suggestions on what to do.

I've also become bored. I know there is so much to do here in New York, but I don't work with The Corrections anymore, so there goes what I do every morning. I made a list of things I should see, and the only things that are left are a few museums, and somethings that don't open until summer. I really shouldn't be bored, but I have no idea what to do with myself. I'm always in by 9, and asleep by midnight after making myself dinner and watching something on Netflix.

I considered clubbing for a little bit, still kind of am. The problem is that it seems 99% of all the clubs are 21+. I'm only 18. I don't feel like drinking, or being told to go away. I also have a blister on my foot that I stupidly opened, so I don't feel like dancing either. Yeah, I'm just bitching at the moment. I'm also afraid of bouncers after watching a Jake and Amir video about it.

It also has been FOREVER since I seriously posted anything on here. I'm beginning to feel like Natalie Tran (aka Communitychannel), promising myself and the world something, and then just...meh.

Send Out the New Girl

So I was late to work (again), but I was still the first one there (again). These crazy show biz people thinking they can just come in when they want, but still expect me to be on a timed schedule.
After about an hour and a half of chilling because I really don't have much to do there since I'm not trained enough and the set was an hour 40 minutes away by subway and bus, I was given a task: research a lamp that one of my co-workers had broken on a set a few days ago. So I researched. I didn't have any information other than that it was a Tizio desk lamp, and she gave me the piece that was damaged. No one had any idea what it was, least of all me. I think it looks like this, but I only had one piece that I think goes in the bottom since it had a plug.

I found some lamp repair shops, and a showroom for this brand and gave them to my co-worker. I was told to call them and get no one can really give you an estimate cost over the phone, but I finally got somewhere with the showroom. The representative I spoke with said she had no idea what I was talking about, but the most expensive replacement piece for a Hallogen desk lamp was $150 without any labor, and that a replacement fixture would be $395...which none of us had on hand.

 an estimate. As it turns out, if you don't know what you have, and they don't know what you have, then

Finally some of my co-workers pooled together $200. I have no idea what labor they could have done on giving me a replacement part, except handing it to me and maybe having to search for one if they couldn't find it immediately.
So I went all the way downtown to the showroom. After crossing the same street 4 times, I figured out where I was supposed to go and found the showroom. I stood in line and explained my predicament. The woman behind the counter was polite and said that it was her first day and had no idea what I was talking about and that her manager (whom I had spoken to on the phone a half hour before) was gone and would be back in about an hour. I tried to explain that I only needed a part, but she still had no idea what was going on. So I called my co-worker, who said to explain that this needed to be done as soon as possible, preferably today, and if they couldn't do it now, then I should wait for the manager to come back from lunch...

RAaaaawr...

So I made Kale crisps tonight. I'm actually kind of good at making them. But tonight they were not good at being made. The Kale was old and gross tasting when it was raw, and it took FOREVER to become crispy. Finally done!

Except it still tastes gross...

Some of the more crispy/burnt pieces weren't so bad, but the rest I couldn't even swallow.

I think I might have left it for too long before I cooked it. It might have gone bad.

Now I have a horrible taste in my mouth that water and Starbursts seem to make worse. On top of that, I can't get my bag of Reese's open to wash the taste out.

This kind of sucks...

but wait

I HAVE OPENED THE MAGICAL BAG THAT WILL MAKE MY LIFE BETTER!

And it exploded.