My Time in LA, or Parts of it Anyway

My time in LA is drawing to a close. I should be heading out some time tomorrow, possibly in the afternoon, but no later than end of business. My stay in Los Angeles has been rather different than my stays in Vancouver and SanFran, mostly because I’ve been much busier here.

I had decided to spend a full work week in each of the three cities, and in the first two, spent most of that time getting a feel for the place and trying to figure out what work opportunities there might be. Both times, it took a while before I actually found anywhere to drop a resume off at. Even then, there were only a few places that seemed applicable. Either I’m finally getting the hang of this, or the disparity between the job market outside of LA and inside of it is truly enormous, even more so than I would have thought. Just researching companies, talking to people, and dropping of resumes has taken the great bulk of my time. This last week has been the most business-like of the entire trip, which is no bad thing. I’m not burning all this money just to sight see. Still it has been different. For instance, I find it a bit odd that I’ve been in LA for the better part of a week, and will most likely leave it without ever actually going to Los Angeles proper. I’ve been around Hollywood, all over and back and forth in North Hollywood (There’s a high concentration of FX studios and Scene Shops up there), as far North as Santa Clarita, and as far South as Santa Monica, but never made it into downtown.

Meh. I’d rather be busy than not.

I did find some downtime this afternoon, so I took the chance to get closer to the Hollywood sign:

Day 28 – From Ventura, CA to Los Angeles

I got into LA pretty early, and found myself a hostel on Hollywood Blvd, the Banana Bungalow. It seems pretty cool, the rooms are huge by hostel standards, with private bathrooms and kitchens, and there’s free on site parking, so I’m feeling pretty good about my housing status for the next few days. After getting settled, I didn’t have much time or energy for wandering, but I can say one thing with assuredness: LA is hot.

I’ve never cursed myself for forgetting to crack a car window open in late October before. I can only imagine July around here. I was stupidly wearing long jeans, and not even a drafty pair, so biking around was sad for me today. I did manage to snap The Obligatory Hollywood Letters Photo:

I'm hoping to get a much closer view later in the week.