It’s true, I have NO money. Thailand pay doesn’t translate well in American dollars (even with the weak dollar) so I’m left with nothing but a blog full of semi-entertaining stories after my year there. Yet, I still moved to across the country with high hopes. Perhaps it’s because I find my chances of landing an entry level marketing job much more feasible than the other poor sap who left LAX with me with the ambition of a movie career. Either way, we’re both going to be fighting each other for the coffee barista job or night time server at the corner diner. Only difference is, I won’t be reading lines during break and dreaming of a million dollar pay day unlike the future Ed Begley Jr.

Am I worried about my current financial state? Oddly, no. Sure it would be nice to buy some groceries, but I guess I have my whole life to do that. Instead, I feel excitement about the events that are to come. I know I’m going to have to work my ass off at menial jobs along with my full time job to make ends meat and save a few pennies, but that just doesn’t deter me. I just know that I will reap the benefits of my hard work at some point. Hopefully that point won’t be 35.

In keeping with the LA/Hollywood spirit, maybe I should write a sitcom pilot about my experience (exaggerated of course)? Starry eyed college grad moves out to LA from the farmland of America, ready for a life full of Mercedes-Benz and supermodels. Instead he gets a crappy apartment (even though it will be depicted on TV as quite nice) with a rusty ’94 Accord with 200,000 miles on it and a low hourly wage job. The story would be him juggling his two lives, ambitious go-getter, and hourly wage drone. There would be a crazy neighbor for laughs, a co-worker with girl-next-door looks that gives the story sexual tension, and struggling co-ed roommates who can relate to his plight and give the show more plot lines. Freaking brilliant! Print this out and fax it over to Fox. With some of the crap they’ve aired, this is a near shoe in.

That last paragraph was quite unexpected. I just wanted to update everyone on my current situation and ask that everyone send me postcards (read: donations) to 2015 E. Broadway #308 Long Beach California 90803. Also, I’d like to send out a BIG blogosphere shout out to my cousin Mary Jane and her husband Damian for putting me up in their spare room. One day, I too will offer an air mattress to a poor unfortunate soul. Could that be you?