August 2009

Last weeks 20/20 offered another economic eye opener, you can buy anything online. Okay I knew that, but thought prostitution was only on street corners and Craigslist.

On a site called SeekingArrangement.com, women post trampy profiles with financial requirements and the rich dudes take their pick. They call it an “arrangement” cause it sounds nicer than Cash for Cooters.

The rich old guy in the story with a delightful grey ponytail was more than happy to brag about how well it works. He’s busy making millions and doesn’t have time for real dates, he likes a sure thing. He sounds so pragmatic about it all as they happily go on their fancy dinner dates. He even thinks his beloved Trampalicious might actually like him no matter what. Cut to his skank who sucks it for money…Um no, if he loses his cash, she says she’s out.

But I can find the good in any crappy situation….on the dates there would be some perverse relief, you always have to like the guy. He’s paying you, so you simply sit back and smile, pretending he’s the one. No pesky wondering if he likes dogs or enjoys hiking.

Of course it’s what comes after dinner that makes me sorta nauseous. The guy gets a sure thing. The women, condos and cars.

I’m so naive, last time I slept with a man for money it was called marriage.

At first I felt weird about paying someone to clean my apartment. Now I can’t imagine life without her. Recommended by a good friend, and 3 visits later, I’m sold.

I admit it, I’m a bit of a piggy. Not the kind of mess you’d notice, but the serious scrubbing and big time dusting stuff, I dread doing it. I’ve got shelves of books and tiny collectibles I had never cleaned. And never would have.

She took care of all that yesterday. But it had been 2 months since her last visit, it was bad. Let’s just say, no one should have gone in my shower. So of course I became one of those freaks who cleans up before the professional. I was embarrassed for her to see how I had let things go.

I know she needs the work, so of course I’ve recommended her to friends. Seems it’s one of those expenses lots of people are cutting back on. So many other luxuries I’m willing to give up, not my monthly Vicki.

When a friend leaves the company, keep something of theirs. You’ll both feel better.

A good friend got laid-off last week and he surprised me and left me his mirror. I had been admiring it from day one. I kept thinking how perfect it would be in my bedroom. He had lots of great stuff in his office, but I really wanted that mirror. I felt a little better about his leaving, knowing I could look at myself more. Or something like that.

I miss you AC, but see how great it looks in my place.

Waiting for the phonecall to hear that you’re getting laid off is torture.

We heard it was happening, and some even knew they were going, but then when it does it’s still sorta surprising. We’ve been looking around at who isn’t busy, who we could do without. Today it’s only 6 laid off, and it wasn’t me, but it’s not over yet. So there is no relief in still sitting here cause it will likely be more over the next months.

But it’s an end, and that’s what’s so hard. Working with people who are friends has been lovely. It’s what turns an okay job into one that I really care about.

Saying goodbye is never easy. And I’m just not ready.

I have a date with an actor.

I know, I know. Most women in LA have a strict “I don’t do actors” policy. But this one was so charming and great looking in an older-distinguished-sexy-dad kinda way. And maybe some actors are just normal working guys, it’s possible.

What if he was only acting charming? Well then he can act. So maybe he works too.

For just one date I’d be happy if he acted like an amusing guy with a together life and no need to cry or complain on my shoulder.