Second Job

i started my second job last night. it sucked so bad. my boss, whose reputation precedes him as a heavy drug user, totally lived up to the stories i've heard. he was insane. first, he was really late. this was irritating as i had hauled ass to get there early. i didn't even eat lunch. i love lunch. when he showed up late, i said, "oh, did you run into that parade on sunset? i did. it took me forever to get here.", then he said, "no, i just left really late." awesome. thanks, man.

the hotel is way too hip. you know when some place is really cool,and being there makes you feel a little cooler than you know you are? yeah, this is not that kind of place. this is the kind of place with ridiculous furniture and bright blue astroturf. this is the kind of place where behind the front desk there's a glass box with a live woman in a bikini drinking a martini; you know she's like, art. this place is fertile ground for eye rolling.

speaking of eye rolling, i would've rolled my eyes at my new boss if not for his habitual staring. holy cow!also, one would assume that after hours and hours of being with someone, at some point the person in charge would maybe act human. not so. the only human words he spoke without a clear indication of drug use, was to tell me all about how his boyfriend bought him his sweatshirt in italy. he went on to explain how the designer of the sweatshirt is japanese, but italian, but japanese; hip--hop, but not really. really? oh, how interesting! you are most interesting! i bet you would shoot me on a beach with the sun in your eyes you soul--less moron.

i'm training more with this most interesting character (who, i know i haven't described enough--but trust me, it is the morning after and i'm still physically exhausted by his inane bullshit.) for eight more hours, later on today. can't wait. what will he wear? what will i wear? who cares!

i've decided to soldier on with this job. i've got to cowboy up. yes, the boss is a pathetic, pretentious, pretty boy--junkie, but i will only have to put up with him for a few more days. after that, i will be working alone and may never have to deal with him much. the tips are glorious. i love tips. stay tuned...