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Applied for the wrong job. Lol. I've applied for so many jobs. And gotten some of them, even though they were very much the wrong jobs. Which is to say, they were not jobs that brought me joy. They were jobs for the sole purpose of making money in a way that I could stomach. God! It was so hard to find a job when we first moved to LA. I was so naive. I thought it would be fairly easy to find a decent-paying job. I had just had a decent-paying job teaching English in Germany. So at first, I thought maybe I could get a job with the same company here in Los Angeles (even though I didn't like the company). But I would have made something like $5 or more dollars less per hour for doing the same work. The United States sucks! So I couldn't stomach that. Then I got a job handing out medical marijuana business cards at Venice Beach. That was a horrible job. The only good part about it was being at the beach every day, because the beach is lovely and smells nice and we should go to the beach way way way more often. Like way more often. Um, let's see...I worked for Tada! The exclamation mark is part of the business name. That was a cafe and again, the bosses were no good. The work itself was exhausting. I tried to get a job at Toms shoes, thinking that would be more in line with my personal ethos, a better company to work for, but they did not hire me.
