Where do I start? It's been a while since my last letter, not to say that you aren't on my mind all day everyday, or that you, solely, don't hold my heart. While I enjoy our daily chats, the ones kept between just you and I, it's due to our nosy little relatives that I feel I must keep this diary going.
About two months ago I moved to Hermosa Beach, a little beach town about 45 minutes south of Los Angeles. Barney's Beanery wasn't cutting it. I was coming home every night dressed (literally) in ranch. Besides, I had been roped in to working a friend's Tuesday night's. Coincidentally, Tuesday nights were karaoke (scaryoke) at Barney's Beanery. "C'mon Liney, take one for the team, please work my Tuesday nights!?" How bad could it be? I love falling asleep to some tunes, I thought to myself. It wasn't until I was forced to watch a real life version of Bridgette Jones reenact Carrie Underwood's "Think Before He Cheats," that my ears continued to ring well through the weekend and I started to truly fear for my health, I was sure that my eardrums had officially blown out and I would be forced to wear hearing aids for the rest of my life.
I started to picture myself walking down the aisle, on the wedding day that I had so eagerly anticipated since I was a little girl. I am a vision in my Monique Lhuillier silk wedding gown. As I glance to my mother, perched in the front pew, with tears of joy streaming down her face, I suddenly feel the chords of my hearing aid quickly tangle and grasp my ankles. Although I try to regain composure, the strength of the chords is too much to bear and my body is hurled to the floor, just as I catch sight of the terror in my grooms face. I end up skidding to the alter on my right cheek. As the church watches on in utter silence, my lifeless body lay there, at the foot of my future husband, entangled in the wires of my hearing aid...all because I "took one for the team" as a waitress at Barney's Beanery.
The vision alone gave me no choice but to throw in the towel (and by towel I mean apron and roller skates) and call it quits. So that was the end of the Beanery. Soon after, I decided to take a job in Manhattan Beach working as a personal assistant to The Wolf of Wall Street. The minute I met the Wolf, I knew he would be a challenge. Besides the fact that I could have easily bench pressed the little guy at a moment's notice, the 5'4" 140 pound Queens native had an ego the size of a Good Year blimp. After a month and a half of being the Wolf's personal assistant/babysitter/dog walker/teacher/trainer/mover/groomer/tutor/accountant/rabbi/hairdresser/plumber/organizer/electrician/doctor/cleaner/travel agent/publicist/financial advisor/veterinarian/psychologist/driver/lawyer/librarian/french maid/repairman/mechanic/technician/computer scientist/biomedical engineer, I decided that it was time to narrow my aspirations, and was forced to bid the Wolf farewell.
Which brings me to the here and now, living in a house, just blocks from the beach. My roommates are fantastic, I get a kick out of the two of them. Although Aunt Janet has named my one roommate a "party on wheels," his more formal title is the "blast in a glass." The first time I met him, he enlightened me on his plans to build a zip line, from our 3rd story deck to the patio of Sharkeez, Hermosa Beach's most hoppin' bar. On a typical saturday afternoon, The Blast can most likely be found at a party...any party...sporting his infamous "jammy pack," a fanny pack with a portable iPod deck and speakers. I know, I know, pure brilliance, to say the least.
I recently took a job in sales at the computer software company, Rapid 7, based in the Prudential Center in Boston with offices in Los Angeles and London. I just wrapped up my first official work week! I absolutely love the job. While I never previously considered a job in sales, I can now honestly say that it's exactly what I want to do. Don't think for one second that I'm giving up the dream that I came out here to pursue, I have just realized that in order to be able to fulfill such a dream I must be happy and comfortable in the place I'm in, and the rest will follow. I will be sure to keep you updated, sweet heart.
I fall asleep every night to the sound of crashing waves, I often close my eyes and pretend we're at Bethany Beach. All of us cousins, without a care in the world.
I miss you and I love you more than you will ever know.
Until we meet again,
Liney
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