Anywho, so my job search has officially seen its end and I am now employed! No more odd jobs for Raymomo. Although I do wish that billionaire guy who paid me to move around lawn furniture and patch up drywall would give me a holler now and again. He was great. But yes, after trying to lie my way into jobs behind the bar I've succumb once again, to the only way actors know how to make a living. I am a waiter at The Farm of Beverly Hills. I've spent the past 2 weeks training and now I'm ready to take orders from real customers with real needs. But really, I think I'm going to like this place. I like most of my co-actors, I mean workers. And most importantly the managers are muy bueno. I think this could be the beginning of something beautiful.
It's at LA LIVE in DTLA across from Staples Center. So if you're headed to a Lakers game, first holler at a brother, then if I'm not available, swing by! I won't give you free food so don't ask. But what you do get to see is me wearing a sweet gingham tie and an ankle length apron asking people if they want refills on their twice charcoal filtered UV treated Natura water bottles that support healthy living for the wee price of $6.50.
But seriously I'm truly thankful that I was able to find a job with everything being the way they is. And thanks to all those that treated me out to free meals and stood up for me when all the bullies called me a poor fat ass dirt creature.
Thank you The Farm of Beverly Hills.
--currently reading: A Wild Sheep Chase- Haruki Murakami
--currently listening: Whenever Wherever Whatever- Maxwell
--currently touching: My chapstick cap
2 comments:
congrats ray! i'll definitely stop by to check out the gingham one day. btw, why do you and your friends like to drink urine? f-ing freaks. xoxo
hahah...
we were merely smelling the density of our pee. straight piss in a bottle is pretty dreadful. but if the that makes us f-ing freaks then freaks we be!!
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