Job and makeover part 1
Quick mention of the tragedy at Virginia Tech. My deepest sympathies to everyone who was affected. When something like that happens, I redouble my efforts to make every day count.
No SNA. None. Zilch. I love this job. My coworkers are really cool, I get to talk to people about jiu jitsu all day (including people I know—a couple guys from Hollywood BJJ came in the other day, and I also got to call a guy I know in Seattle about an order he happened to place. Small world!) , and I get paid to do it! I’m not gonna get rich for sure. In fact, with gas prices the way they are, I may not break even. But I don’t care. I have a book called How to Be Happy, Dammit, and one of the little truths in there goes: “Money won’t bring you true happiness, but happiness will bring you true money,” the idea being that if you do what you love, you will attract prosperity to you. I figure my wages from the job will pay either for my rent every month or for my training, gas, groceries, etc. Of course, I’ll probably end up spending everything in the store because of my employee discount, but again, I can’t seem to worry about it.
Tuesday I got a makeover from Kazumi, a purple belt friend who is also a terrific hairstylist. I went to her place in Hollywood and she did what she could to make me fit in in the town. Her friend Yumi was there when I arrived; Kazumi was fixing her hair for a wrap party for the TV show Heroes. Yumi works with the actors on the show who speak Japanese, helping them actually ACT in Japanese rather than just saying sounds they don’t understand.
I will write more soon, but now I'm tired!