Day 4
Today was the big day at Dior. I thought since I moved to L.A, a recruiting service would help in finding the right job. The recruiter set me up to meet Michal, at the Luxe hotel. I parked by the Cheesecake Factory, arriving early and partially confused since one cafe is outside, while the other is a bar indoors past the elevator. However, it was beautiful outside and for the first time in L.A, I felt a sense of serenity, despite Michael Kors crowd of customers swarming next-door. I reviewed the company, who Christian Dior was and their CCO inside my head, breathing heavily.
Michal showed up more than 45 minutes late. It is bad enough showing up late for a date, but I don't think their is any greater insult than having an interviewer show up late. After my recruiter Lexi, confirmed the right time and place, she asked me to grab a coffee outside and be patient while they contact him. A tall slender figure appeared wearing a teal polo, black slacks, jacket and thick framed carrera style frames. I was caught off guard, as he was tall with delicate blue eyes and next day man stubble. He could be the cover for GQ in summer. With a smug look on his face he said "You must be my 10 o'clock, shall we begin?"
He put his hand up towards my mouth so he could order an expresso, as I walked him through my experience. He wanted to ensure that I was quiet while he ordered. At this point, he already corrected me for calling Dior Homme, Dior, since Dior Homme is only for men and not to be confused with ladies. As a former manager, who has interviewed and hired a number of different candidates, I feel common courtesy should be given no matter what the position. The Boutique Director continued to question away, concerned that my education may not be right for Dior. He blandly reiterated that he went to school in France and that it really makes a difference when working for a french designer. Before I left, he apologized for his tardiness and lack of communication. As a professional, I thanked him for his time, said "no worries" and departed feeling defeated.
Like many Actors, Comics and Artist in L.A., you become accustomed to rejection. I just hoped the feeling of being "unwanted" would eventually go away. After touching base with my recruiter Lexi, she assured me that maybe this wasn't the right job for me, but the perfect job will be worth the wait. I wanted to escape never the less. I just didn't want to be alone. I could occupy my time at home with a jack off and sean cody sesh, revisit the catalogue of never ending guys on grindr, or take a few days on a trip to San Diego. I have a lot of family that lives there, along with my best friend, Anastasia, who I have known since I was 16. Once I reached the parking lot by Cheesecake factory I thought San Diego it is. I went home, glad I wasn't staying since it was quiet and since Brian would be out on a date later that night, grabbed a couple of shorts and cotton t-shirts and left.
I really liked the drive from L.A to San Diego as beautiful weather cleared my mind and I got that feeling again of "anything is possible with the world is in your hands". The windows were down as Katy Perry was on blast, exiting the 163. I often wondered what Braden was doing, and thought about him every day. I wondered if he missed me, thought of me or had a new boyfriend and if he had sex with anyone else. I also knew I had to get serious about applying for jobs. I needed to have something positive in my life and constructive to keep my mind fresh. There were a number of things I could have been working on, but I felt that for the rest of today, I can enjoy going to blacks beach alone, work on my tan and focus on recharging. I wanted to run out on the beach naked, like so many have bravely done, but I wasn't feeling confident just yet. That was my goal. New job=confidence=naked at the beach.
Blacks Beach-Clothing Optional
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