I was new to the area. Moving from the Bay Area to Los Angeles was pretty huge for me. I had lived in the ghetto most of my life, the last few months I had served as an assistant for a choreographer, she was an amazing boss, but lately she had found less and less for me to do. I had to find something new. I contacted a distant cousin who was now living in L.A and basically told her my situation.
Look, I'm 26 years old. I can't afford to go back to waiting tables. I had found my calling. I'm good with details, great with electronic devices, and I can track down a latte cart in record time.
My story begins at a Denny's. Help wanted ad in hand, and, well a little too much coffee in my system. LOL!
We had been scouring through help wanted ads for days, the best I had found was for a cashier at a floral shop. But then, a call came in. One that changed my life.
"Hello?.., yeah, she has like years of experience... That's awesome, I mean, I have no clue who the he'll that is, but hey, it's a job right?... Can you repeat that so I can write it down?" she motioned for me to hand her a pen. "Ok, right, got it. Full resume right?... Ok... I'll call you in the morning for directions. Thanks Coleen. Bye."
"So?" "So I think you might just have like... A serious job, like... With an actor or some shit like that. I guess he's in some Disney show and a boyband. Dudes really busy and needs an assistant full time. And you fit his preferences to a tee." I couldn't believe it. I had been in L.A. for less than a month, and already a kick-ass job had landed right in my lap. Well, if I got past the interview.
The next morning was chaotic. Half of my stuff was still packed, couldn't find the pen drive with my resume on it, and to top everything off, I realized that I hadn't brought my favorite pumps. I had a couple of hours before the interview though, so we were good.
I walked out of the apartment, resume printed, but instead of my usual business suit woman in charge look, I was looking more like I was headed to my first day of high school. Rockin my favorite black skinnies, my favorite beatles tshirt and my hot pink chucks. Makeup came out perfect today, thank god, and I had thrown my hair into a sloppy pony tail.
I had just stepped into nordstroms when my phone started ringing. "Hello?" "Is this Francesca Dobson?" a woman asked on the other end of the line. "Yes, this is she." I answered back. "We've had some scheduling issues, and if it wouldn't be too much of a problem, I would really appreciate if you could come in right away. Otherwise we will have to schedule you for Thursday, and there's a good chance the position will be filled by then." "I'm not really prepared, ummm I mean, I'm not dressed. And I'm not home." I figured the truth is best in this situation. "it's fine," she said. "just come as you are, were pretty laid back here. And the client isn't scheduled to be in today anyhow."
I filed back into my car, and made my way to the office building, and to a new life.
