kicked in the keester.

i'll admit that i had totally been slacking on the california job hunt. and my excuses were the following...

1. i'm supposed to be a trophy wife. why doesn't anyone undertand that??? it's my true calling. i swear.
2. my chosen profession, every bride's personal bitch weddings & private event sales manager, allows for little to no social life and i don't want to miss out on "fun" stuff when we move to California because i have a job that takes up my nights and weekends. lame.
3. i want to spent as much time as possible with the government property i like to fuck with (read: my soon-to-be husband).
4. it's july! i'm not going to be settled in california for another 2 months! who hires someone 2 months out? no one.
5. byebye vacations and time to spend with visitors. it was nice dreaming about you.

i never told t pain any of these things... i just kept throwing down the "i'm working on my resume" card BUT he knows me too well! sunday afternoon while on the phone he called my bluff. he basically told me i needed to get my ass in gear. i'm usually pretty hard headed and "get off" on doing the opposite of what i'm told but i hung up the phone feeling super motivated... that man knows exactly how to work me. i got my ass in gear all right. i made that resume my bitch and applied for like 5 jobs (via craigslist). by monday afternoon, i had received a return email from 2 of them. that alone made me feel slightly accomplished. one of the emails stated that i should give them a call when i get to california... how nice.

then the heavens opened and the angels sang out. i mean, my phone rang and mr. jimmy letourneau told me i had an interview! jimmy letouneau is the general manager at a country club in vista and he's currently searching for america's best private event and catering director. he's my new best friend and i'm anticipating a call from him any minute now.

i may have given up on my sahw dreams of yore but taylor sure as hell wasn't going to buy me the multiple pairs of louboutins i need in my closet.