R.I.P Joni
Joni, who Sean and I have grown to love is going away. She has been my beacon, my north star. She was a reminder that every day is a celebration.
Joni, you will be missed.
Well, it seems I’m starting to get more comfortable here. Less stress. More fun. Obviously, it’s going to keep going up and down.
I’m pretty sure a big part of my newfound comfort is my new job. It’s at a small housewares boutique that focuses on Eco-responsible goods. Right now it’s just the owner and myself, which seems to be pretty great. The fact that it doesn’t pay a ton is totally made up for by the fact that I am learning so much about owning a shop. (it’s one of the things on my to-do list for this lifetime.) It’s particularly awesome because it’s the first store I liked in la, and the interview came shortly after I was whining to Sean that I wanted to know how in the hell people get jobs at really awesome boutiques. Also, it’s in the sunset junction neighborhood, which is really cool. And, it sure feels a lot more like home than koreatown.
This new jobby-job means that I will be leaving my retail life in beverly hills behind. I kinda have a love-hate relationship with the BH. The power is palpable and exciting, and the people are this weird hybrid of friendly and asshole. I have lots of weird conflicted feelings about it. But, exploring that would be a whole other blog post, and would require more thinking than blogging on my phone on the bus allows. I guess to sum it up: I like being in Beverly hills, but I’m tired of being its resident’s bitch.
