Picking up from yesterday –
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.