Mood Board

I am sitting here, bored out of my mind, in my house. In about an hour, I have to get up to put on my uniform for my first shift at the Hollywood Bowl. I am going to be an usher. I technically nepo’d my way into this low-ranking position because my dad is friends with the head of the LA Phil. Everybody wants and is jealous of this life I lead.

The requirements for the uniform are somewhat unclear to me. I forgot to ask during my orientation. I know that black pants are mandatory, so I went to buy them at the GAP this morning. The nearest GAP is at the Westfield Mall in Sherman Oaks, like ten minutes away.

When I was driving over, I missed the parking entrance to the mall, so I had to do a full loop around this bleak neighborhood. Super fucking dull. I don’t even listen to music in the car anymore, instead opting for comedians covering the news. It's kind of funny but it also puts this weird, dark feeling in my stomach.

The mall itself was also depressing. Walking in, I was immediately faced with an old man supporting himself with crutches. He was waiting in line at an empty Starbucks. He did not look happy. The stores around me were also weird. There was this Hot Topic ripoff that reminded me of all of my friends in middle school.

I found black pants at the GAP. I got two pairs: one that was a fit my mom would like and one that was looser. I really only plan to wear the loose ones. In retrospect, it was a waste of money to get the pair my mom would like. She always gets mad at me when I "hide my figure." I can't even lie and say that my outfits are in style.

Anyways, I was stuck in the checkout line behind this old woman who couldn't decide how she wanted to pay. When I eventually got to the front, my headphone wire snagged on the woman's nail. That bitch looked at me like it was my fault. Shave your claws down, oldie.

Before I got home, I went to Yeastie Boys for a bagel. I always have to cover it up when I go to Yeastie Boys. My dad's company was in a legal battle with Yeastie Boys over the (unapproved) homage to the Beastie Boys. My allegiance with Yeastie Boys would probably offend him. Cherry on top: I don't even like the bagels. I just don't have enough money to go to a restaurant.

So now I am sitting at home. My family is hiding from me because I have a cold. Cough cough.