Picking up from last time –
So, not too long after I went back out east, I got a call from yet another friend on AGT. (Your network is basically everything in television.) He asked if I’d be interested in an executive assistant job at an event planning company (for both televised and non-televised events).
During the interview/negotiation phase, I promised myself I would not take the job for anything less than $800/week.
I don’t remember where I came up with that number, or why I was so dead set on it. But I guess that’s what I decided I needed to live in Los Angeles, or what I thought I deserved at that point in my life.
I was offered basically $769/week. I tried to negotiate up, but they wouldn’t budge. When I thought about it in terms of only $31/week shy of what I wanted, I convinced myself, “I can shave that off my budget.”
Even though I’m talking about money here, I don’t think it was totally about the money. I wasn’t getting a good vibe…There was nothing truly pulling me to this job other than desperation.
I didn’t want to go back to LA if I could avoid it. I did not want to work for less than the number I’d set. (At the time, I thought that was selfish, but now I think maybe it was just smart and strong to stand up for yourself.) I wasn’t even really dying to work at an event company. I didn’t think it was a fantastic step in my career at the time (even though I think I’d like it better/be better at it now).
Even with those strikes against the job, I also didn’t super want to be back on the floor of a homeless shelter. (Though truthfully, it wasn’t all that bad. They showed us movies, and the other people in the shelter were so funny and interesting to be around).
I didn’t want to seem ungrateful. How lucky was I to be offered any job? I was a young college dropout. And here I was getting offered a job that was involved in TV – a chance to learn more and grow while in a stable (or at least, so it seemed at the time, stable) job?
Maybe instead of finicky, I should’ve just been grateful.
…But it’s also good to know what you want – and what you don’t. To know what you’re worth (and maybe what’s over-reaching). So, I don’t think it was wrong to have my reservations. But, objectively, I probably felt more negative about it than I should’ve (…maybe).
At the time, from all the money I’d made off the job in Vegas, I was going to be okay for a while. But since I didn’t know when I’d next be offered a job, I just took the LA one. Making decisions out of desperation/fear is probably not the most awesome way to go about things, but it could’ve turned out to be something awesome. So, I guess you really never know. (Hmm. I’m kind of saying that too often, aren’t I? We get it. No one can know, or know the future.)
I found the apartment – not just any apartment, the apartment. I found the apartment I knew I wanted to be mine. It was convenient. It was huge (compared to New York standards). It had great amenities. And I got an incredible deal on it.
It took probably a little over 3 weeks to get all the apartment paperwork squared away with background checks, employment verification, and all that jazz.
In those three weeks, I could tell this probably wasn’t the right job for me (oof)… And I’ll get to that next time.