In January Kyle (a friend from New York) called me and asked me if I could help him with this 2 month project. It was a BIG job that would probably take up every moment of my waking days for the entire 2 months. At the end of which I would receive a rather generous sum of money. I usually shy away from anything that has such stringent work schedules associated with it, but there was a start and end date so I knew that if I focused on the fact that there was indeed an END to all my hard work I decided I could handle it. Promptly after accepting my friend’s offer to assist on this project in New York, Bradley had to go home to deal with his family drama and I didn’t feel right leaving him alone when he would probably need me the most. So I called Kyle and told him I wouldn’t be able to work with him and I was very sorry.
The Bradley clan received the good news that everything was going to be alright on Monday. There was drunken merriment to be had by all for days and DAYS! But at the end of those days I was forced to address the fact that my funds have been seriously depleted and if I didn’t find work soon I would have to drive to the valley and try my hand at porn
My only concern was cash. After buying my last minute plane tickets and a bunch of cold weather clothes ( I couldn’t walk around in my snowboarding gear and I have moved so many times I can’t remember which storage unit houses winter wardrobe) I was completely out of cash and freaking out about how I was going to survive in NYC on $200 for 2 months. I have no idea where to find a soup kitchen, and I am pretty sure that my friends might start to get a little annoyed at me when I only show up to hang out with them while they are eating their meals and then mysteriously half the contents of their plates always seem to vanish when some “random person” tosses their cell phone across the restaurant! As per usual, I did all my venting to Tyler just because bitching and moaning to one’s best friend is a sacred experience that isn’t supposed to be shared with ANYBODY, and I felt confident that this instance wouldn’t be any different.
Later that night at dinner, Tyler ratted me out to his parents about me being broke and they forced a fat check on me and wouldn’t take, “no!”, for an answer! Apparently the very act of wanting to work is enough to earn the extra cash to do the work or something… I don’t know it was really odd logic that Mr. Tyler was using on me and if I asked too many questions it would have only confused me even further.
As it is right now, I have no cable or internet access at my apartment in NYC. HOWEVER, with the money that Mr. Tyler gave me I would have more than enough to fix that problem, but I still haven’t decided if I am going to use the money or not. So this may or may not be my final post for the next couple months. I don’t know, only time will tell…
3 comments:
Nothing like watching a few clips of fiery plane crashes to get you in the mood for a 6 hour plane ride! I love it!
You don't even know how excited I am for you to be here! I know you say you are going to be spending every waking moment working, but I can tell you now it's not going down like that. There will be drugs, alcohol, and tons of shenanigans to be had, I promise you that.
I love how you are never limited by money or location.
Even if they didn't give you a check I know you would have made it work.
Very inspirational.
:D
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