Lucky be a Lady

This will be brief, and for that I apologize, or else, you're welcome. Firstly, I managed to let it pass without making mention so: Happy Anniversary to me. It has been a whole year since I began reporting my adventures (October 7th officially). Thanks for sticking with me, or if you are just now joining...well hello!

I have been pounding the pavement trying to get a writing gig. Living off my meager savings will not last for long. And so I shook myself awake about 6AM and stole to the shower before any of my roommates could. I threw on what I judged to be a writer-ly little Theory blazer, skinny black pants and tall flat boots. I was going to brave Pinky for the first time and head deeper into Hollywood. Amazingly, I had lined up seven interviews for personal assistant and writing assistant positions. Shocking, I know.

Shoving a fiber-health-disgusting-cardboard bar in my mouth I grabbed my bag and opened the front door. There was a package there. For me. How did everyone miss this yesterday, coming in and out?

It was fairly large, so I reversed back inside and threw down my bag. I used my keys to tear the thick tape, looking at the label with handwriting I didn’t recognize. After digging through styrofoam peanuts and bubble wrap I got to it. A big red box. Shit.

A Les Ateliers Ruby motorcycle helmet. Only the most expensive, most chic, helmets possible. I have longed for one for ages but couldn’t throw down the cash. Shit shit shit. I opened the box and moved the black tissue away gently. It was perfect. Black with white polka dots, and pink leather lining. Totally cute and vintage and me. This was custom too--Ruby helmets usually have dark red lining. Shit. And inside a card; loose handwriting, heavy black ink:

You could have said goodbye.

Be safe.

Maybe this will bring a little luck too.

Missing you,

Fiona.

SHIT.

So I grabbed my bag again, grabbed the box full of packaging, and slammed the killer helmet on my head. Hell I couldn’t return it, could I?

I took the stairs two at a time, stopped by the recycling and tossed the box, and headed to Pinky. This was one hell of a good luck charm.

And as luck would have it, ten interviews later, I had a job as a peon assistant to an assistant (yes, two assistants in there) writer for an HBO show that was in the pilot stages. I officially have been inducted into Hollywood. Let the hazing begin.

Halloween adventure recap to come soon...

Always,

Louise