When things go bad

As some of you may know, this past week was not the greatest for me. On Tuesday I received an email from my current employer of Little i saying that I was being laid off at the end of the month. It was quite a surprise to me. Just a few weeks before that I had talked to my boss and he had reassured me that our company was doing fine even with the poor economy. But then a few days prior to my lay off, I received an email asking if I was willing to switch to an hourly rate instead of a regular salary. So I thought maybe I would have some hours cut back, but not terminated completely.

It was a great three years working for Little i. It was my first "real job" after college. I love the people I worked with and the fun and crazy projects I was given. This job also allowed both Dave and myself to visit France, Germany and Hong Kong. They were incredibly flexible in every way and I appreciate everything they did for me. It was a great company to work for and I will miss everyone dearly.

To make my week even worse, the day after my news from Little i, my computer was stole while I was working on location. Like always, I had placed all my things in the background holding area and was quickly hauled off to set. I was on the set of 90210, which I have worked many a times, and had already worked on Monday and Tuesday at the same location. But today someone came into our holding area, which is supposed to be watched by security while we are on set, and stole my laptop. I told security and the locations master and they searched the background actor's bags but of course found nothing. There was a huge fuss about it at the beginning and then it died down in about 10 minutes. I knew security wouldn't really try that hard to look for it. They don't care. I'm just background. I filed a police report the next day, but really don't plan on them ever finding it. It was a very frustrating, angering and humiliating time.

And that was my week.

What? We live by the beach?

On Thursday I was not able to book a job, so Dave and I went to the beach. It was really warm and sunny at our apartment, but Santa Monica was foggy and chilly. We brought a blanket and sat on the beach for a while watching all the crazy tourist playing in the cold water.

The pier.

The beach. See, fog. Lame.

I'm not quite as strong as a tractor.