in with the Jew! A car payment that would have been $300 had I gone to a Toyota dealership was magically $47 at the Lexus dealer from which I had originally bought my Prius. Always get a second opinion - I can't stress that enough. When my father was first diagnosed with cancer they basically just told him he was a dead man. They were wrong. Well, eventually they were right, but for 8 years (which was much longer than they gave him), they were wrong.
I got a new job (I may have two new jobs, in fact). I should be happy about this. And I am happy as making money is much better than being broke. However, I can't help but feel (jesus christ I sound like Carrie Bradshaw) that with every job I start off the optimist and soon end up the nihilist. But maybe I have finally accepted that no job can fulfill you, and to expect such a thing is extremely naive. And if the costume designer for Mad Men approves of my place of employment, surely it can't be that bad. This is how I measure the worth of things (sadly).
I also must admit that even though this is the second time I have been unemployed since I moved to Los Angeles, I did not learn from my first experience to truly enjoy one's unemployment. Now that it is almost over, I am already in mourning for my days of nothingness. Now you know why I shall be wearing nothing but black for the next six months, a tradition that we should have kept from those earlier, easier Victorian times. Not that I want to relive them - it's great that women are now allowed to enjoy sex. It's only fair.
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