"I hated everyone I interviewed. But I liked you."

And 8 months into living in L.A. I am working in the fancy part of town at a fancy gallery.

Yes, my ego is big.

It's just nice to do it myself. To have that validation.

I earned it because I deserve it.

It's funny because it was also the first job I applied to differently: I was opinionated, openly negative, I interviewed the interviewer, and I wore a t-shirt and jeans.

I had my first day of PAID work and it was great. PAY! What a concept! In L.A. none of these motherfuckers pay. Granted, the pay is paltry, but it's an improvement to cleaning for free for 6 hours a week at my last art-gig.

I am feeling so confident.