L.A.

I'm finishing up some laundry before I head on up to L.A. Last night the guy who lets us play at the Mormon church on Tuesdays, let us know that last night was the last night he was gonna have it open. Just when I was starting not to look terrible while playing. Anyways I think its maybe because no actual Mormons have been showing up to play, just us gentiles or whatever Mormons call non Mormons. Oh well guess I'll have to play with the fuck faces at the gym.  Wes n me are supposedly gonna play at some park in LA. See how that goes. Hugo asked if the King and Duck would be there- I hope not I'm not quite ready for them...
Yesterday I found myself in PB. I had to drop off some money I owed, and of course as it usually goes with this guy, he wants to go hit up a bar before I head out. I guess I'm just the guy who people like to watch drink- a reputation built upon many years of leaving it all behind including dignity, respect, and decorum. We hit up this place called the Olde City grill. They actually have american kobe beef cheesesteaks that are really good, but I was planning on hitting the gym so I just went with what was on Happy Hour. Yeah I know doesn't make much sense but hey. Tuesdays they have extended happy hour that starts at 3 pm and goes till 10. $1.50 pints of domestic. We sat outside so he could do play by play on the talent that walked by. We also spoke about how his business is recession proof and while how when people struggle his business picks up, the lack of talent his 49ers have (that might have just been me), the weird people who live in San Clemente, Santa Cruz, what life would be like as a bum, Poker strategy and when we'll start up the PB game again, and why he should have taken care of his license suspension a long time ago even if he didn't plan on driving- insurance rates. The currently useless information I have in my head...
I got an email yesterday morning from some insurance company in the San Fernando Valley. It simply stated-
" Roy- aren't you in San Diego? the Job is in Santa Clarita."
Why would they think I didnt know that? anyways I replied that I knew that and basically requoted my cover letter where I say I am willing to relocate. I also told them for interview purposes I would be coming from the LAX area. The person's next reply?
"Roy- we'd be definitely interested in talking to you but the reality is that Lax to here is just too far for anyone to drive everyday
Reimundo"
I am highly amused at this point figuring it has to be some schmoe from HR. So I just respond
" Reimundo- I am no stranger to long commutes. I used to commute daily from Murrieta to San Diego every day for 3 years. The commute is no concern for me. I am interested in (company's name) because from what I have read and seen on the internet it is modeled very closely like my previous company."
I then decide to see if I can verify who this Reimundo is. So I google his name and the company's name. Turns out he is the actual owner of the company. He also co owns another company named Nations Insurance. where he holds the second highest majority of stock. great.
He actually responds and asks me to complete an application and send it back and also asks if I'm currently employed and if not why. I complete the application before deciding how to respond. I decide to go with the truth minus the whole bash my supervisor thing. In the end I think its better to know right away if I would be stepping into another anchor- I had read the last market conduct report from the department of insurance on Reimundo's Nations insurance company. While it didnt really spell out trouble it gave me enough pause to want to make sure where this guy stands.
As I'm typing this I have yet to hear back from him.  He may be a busy man, or he may just not have cared what I had to say about why I'm no longer at anchor. Oh well I'm off to pack and head off to LA. Taking my brother a surprise from Mom and I have some type of interview tomorrow in Culver City. Hopefully its not for a position to sell vacuums door to door. I also need to get my basketball shoes.

Murs- LA cuz I'm heading there.