My current roommate might have cost me a job.

I just found out that I definitely did not get yet another job I interviewed for. It's tough out there, for sure, but I might be able to pinpoint where I went wrong with this one.

Before the interview, I was having a nice, breezy conversation with my interviewer about when I moved to LA, my old roommates, etc. Then:

Interviewer: Do you have a roommate now?
Me: Yeah! Well, no. Um, I have a cat.

I guess I had been answering "yes" to most of her questions. Also, sometimes I feel like my cat is my roommate, ok? The interviewer politely said that she had a cat, too, and she could relate. Not enough to give me a job, apparently.

Literally Dangling Money in My Face

A few weeks ago, I was driving on the 101, and I saw yet another Mercedes Benz. The passenger in the front seat was waving a fat wad of cash out the window. My first thought was literally, "Ooo, maybe I can catch up to them and grab it with no consequence." Just speed up a little and yoink! That's what it's come to. Of course I came to my senses and realized, hey, maybe they're in a gang and have a gun and are baiting me in order to shoot me. Because that makes sense, right? That's how gangs work, right?

Then I relaxed and just watched the flapping wad of cash drive away from me. It was the equivalent of a single person walking around a park and seeing nothing but couples kissing and holding hands - especially an elderly couple kissing and holding hands. That's always the clincher. Next time, I hope I get to chase a 20 dollar bill on a fishing line.

Detail-oriented?

So, it turns out I am no longer "on hiatus" from "my job." I am now just unemployed. On my good days, I feel almost liberated. On my not-so-good days, I feel, well, not-so-good. That is to be expected, of course.

I've been looking for jobs and signing up for temp agencies. One temp agency agent pointed out that I had a typo on my resume right after I told her one of my greatest attributes is that I'm detail-oriented. Crap. Maybe I should have said that I bathe in irony and eat awkwardness for breakfast (when I get up early enough to eat an actual breakfast, that is).

So, now it's The Waiting Game. Namely, waiting to see if I can get a career-oriented job before my unemployment payments run out and I'm forced to work at Starbucks again. It probably won't come to that. Right?