Obstacles
I’m not sure if it was because I was mildly hung-over this morning or if my extremely acute sense of smell was to blame, but when we were doing our production meeting at the Hollywood venue for this Saturday’s Emmy party, I was a nano-second away from tossing my cookies for the entire 110 minutes we were there. I am here to tell you folks, The Cabana Club (the old Sunset Room) is the foulest smelling, most hideously tacky place in which I’ve ever stepped foot. Do yourselves a favor and NEVER GO THERE.
Thereafter, I drove up to the valley to show apartments all day. None of my appointments showed up and just as many of them didn’t even call to cancel. Stupid inconsiderate fucks. Basically a wasted day. Although I did show some apartments to two walk-ins which I only took because my boss was there staring me down. They’re not even looking to move until JANUARY!! Are you kidding me?!
On my way to the valley, I almost died. Yup, you heard me. I almost perished on the 101N at Woodman and no this is not one of those times when I’m merely exaggerating. Some poor Mexican lost the ladder he obviously fastened very securely to the top of his pick-up truck. It was lying in the middle of five lanes of traffic going 80 miles an hour. We all slammed on our brakes without knowing why except for not wanting to rear-end the person in front of us.
You could tell it had been run-over and run-into a few times because it was one hell of a banged up ladder. I could have died, I tell you. I could have been impaled by the ladder had it flown up and penetrated my windshield and punctured my skull. I could have slammed into the Toyota SUV in front of me had I been drunk or on the phone or both. I am lucky I pay attention.
And I bet you any money that some plastic surgery obsessed housewife in Sherman Oaks is pretty pissed off right now because the short Mexican she hired to paint her living room couldn’t reach higher than four feet from the ground (five feet at most if the poor schmuck was allowed to borrow one of her precious chairs to stand on, removing his shoes first of course.) So she has Prada Green walls that go up to her overly enhanced boobs and the rest of the distance to the ceiling is still covered by Sunflower Yellow. Oh the horror!! She better go get her nose redone to make herself feel better.