Back in the Saddle Again

Here I am, back in balmy Los Angeles. Not 10 hours off the plane and I went to my first job interview. I think it went fairly well and would be a departure from what I've been doing most recently. It would be a great transition into the new and different for me. Keep your fingers crossed.

Having spent the last two weeks literally just drinking, eating, and shopping, I'm having a little trouble readjusting to real life again. Especially since my flight was delayed 2 hours and I didn't even crawl into bed last night until 2am. Interesting flight though. I might have mentioned before that people I don't know have a tendency to tell me their life stories. It’s especially prevalent on long plane trips. It’s actually pretty cool. Complete strangers feel so comfortable with me that they pour their hearts out about anything and everything. Six months ago I sat on a plane from LAX to Chicago next to the West coast editor for US Weekly and he told me about his experiences with a brain tumor that changed his life. I've since read one of his books, They Don't Play Hockey in Heaven, which is extremely interesting and well written. I bought it, so if I ever get it back from Steven, anyone can borrow it. I absolutely recommend it if you like books a little off the beaten path. Check him out here: Ken Baker.

Last night was no exception to my “meeting strangers” pattern. I met a guy in the terminal that was having a horrible traveling experience. I let him borrow my cell phone and we became instant BFF. The flight was delayed, so we hung out at the gate and talked. He told me about his parents who are world renowned therapists and how he is following in their foot steps by practicing a type of therapy that sounds like a combination of physical therapy and psychology. He helps children with developmental disabilities or who have suffered severe trauma to regain the use of their senses. Some of it sounded like it bordered on quackery, but he was so damn charismatic that I truly believe he is doing some amazing work. He travels the world working with children with all types of ailments and he says he's seen extraordinarily positive results. (he has a website, but my google stalking tricks can’t seem to uncover it, so I’ll put the link up when I find it.)

When we finally boarded the plane, he told the guy with the seat next to me that he was my boyfriend and the man switched seats with him. We had a great flight. We drank and made fun of Ms. Congeniality 2, which we watched without sound because we didn't really want to watch the movie. And he told me more about his life. He's a day older then me. He was a happy accident (he's the youngest of three, his closest sibling being 12 years older then him). He's still working towards his doctorate and he's extremely well versed on international politics. Overall, a fabulous flight.

I was so downtrodden about coming back to Los Angeles after a nice two week break from reality, you know, being unemployed and all. But sitting next to this random guy that disclosed his life story to me just reminded me that job or no job, I'm still me. With all the quirkiness and craziness and randomness of it all. So that was good, I'm feeling quite refreshed about the whole situation.

And now it’s back in the saddle again, looking for a job and regaining my social life, albeit in a much less spendthrift way.

P.S. I have a few new links on the side bar. Funny blogs from fabulous friends.