6/10/2009
Wow, I just got off a plane from SLC. I cant believe I'm back in Vegas right now. I actually LEFT! Moved out of my apartment, quit my job again and just left! So weird to be back in this Vegas house again. Last time I was here I was 18. Crazy how so much shit can change in just a few years. I know this is for the best. Its so hard but I had to do it. I couldn't take it anymore! Tomorrow we drive to Malibu. Its hotter than chicken grease in this motherfucker. I'll be driving one car down, while Mrs. F and the girls drive another. Thankfully because I could really use some alone time to think. I wonder what the new Malibu house looks like. I'm excited. I hope this distance for 3 months does me some good.
06/17/2009
So can I just say..I Love the humble, hardworking people of LA. NOT just LA but everywhere. No, not the NEUROTIC plastic faces who chug starbucks all day and rant about how hard they have it. No. The REAL people I see everyday around me. Working hard to make a living. The construction workers, the housekeepers, the people getting bussed around all day, or those who walk their long exhausting commute to work every single day. THOSE PEOPLE.
As I pass them every single day, I cant help but wonder....what is their life like? What are their families like? What do they go home to? Who are they working hard for? Because we all know, each one of us goes to work to better ourselves, support our families, a spouse, parents, a kid or what have you. I cant help but wonder, who do they do it for? They put so much heart into their work and with a smile. But out here those people are treated like numbers... like nobodies. All because they're "Mexican" or because they're "the help." Fuck all that. Us "poorer" middle class human beings are the ones who truly know the value of a dollar because we work hard for it. I cant tell you how sick I am of witnessing some of these collagen-faced, self-centered bastards who are too high and mighty to simply smile or say "hello" or even thank those who work for them. And Although in my job, I don't get my hands no where near as dirty as others do, I still demand respect and courteousness. I have to say I am extremely lucky I am working for a loving family who considers me as just that, family. Because let me tell you, if I was treated any less, like the way I see other nannies or "help" being treated, there is no way in hell I would find myself doing what I do.
Everyone deserves respect, regardless of their job title or social status.
Just had to vent.
As I pass them every single day, I cant help but wonder....what is their life like? What are their families like? What do they go home to? Who are they working hard for? Because we all know, each one of us goes to work to better ourselves, support our families, a spouse, parents, a kid or what have you. I cant help but wonder, who do they do it for? They put so much heart into their work and with a smile. But out here those people are treated like numbers... like nobodies. All because they're "Mexican" or because they're "the help." Fuck all that. Us "poorer" middle class human beings are the ones who truly know the value of a dollar because we work hard for it. I cant tell you how sick I am of witnessing some of these collagen-faced, self-centered bastards who are too high and mighty to simply smile or say "hello" or even thank those who work for them. And Although in my job, I don't get my hands no where near as dirty as others do, I still demand respect and courteousness. I have to say I am extremely lucky I am working for a loving family who considers me as just that, family. Because let me tell you, if I was treated any less, like the way I see other nannies or "help" being treated, there is no way in hell I would find myself doing what I do.
Everyone deserves respect, regardless of their job title or social status.
Just had to vent.
06/23/2009
OK.. Day off again. It feels weird calling it that. Technically it feels the exact same as all the other days, except I'm not "required" to wake up and spend time with girls. Which is kinda sad, cuz most days I still want to :( I got into it with some douchbags on the beach yesterday. The girls had been gone all weekend at a sleepover so I wanted to feel somewhat productive and took Max & Hallie (the dogs) for a walk on the beach. Poor aging Hallie kept falling behind so I had to keep stopping to wait for her. Two jockstraps who live a few houses from us were out surfing and walking around like they were ROYAL SHIT. I heard one of the punks say to his friends "Those People need to learn to stay off my beach, Last thing I need is dog shit on MY sand, FUCKKKK." Oh no this motherfucka didnt. For his information, I ALWAYS cleaned up their shit. Always. I was fuming. " Hey asshole, Just so you know, us PEOPLE do understand english. I live 2 doors down and last time I checked, dogs are allowed on OUR beach. Soooooo maybe you should tell mommy & daddy --" Just then, we both looked at Hallie as she took the biggest shit of her life....right in front of his beach steps. I was so proud I almost cried. "Have a nice Day" I smiled and walked away. Fuckers.
Well gotta get ready, gonna go out w/ some friends tonight & see what this LA nightlife is all about!
06/26/2009
OMG Mr. F drove here from Vegas....in his Silver Mercedes Convertible! Best part is he is taking the fambam to BH for a weekend wedding which means that they will be taking the SUV, and I, Daniela, will have this beautiful car all freakin weekend!! Yasssss! So much for staying in! Well hellllllooooooo boys, hahahaha. Oh and uh... I was telling Mrs. F about the disrespectful shitheads the other day.
She laughed hysterically and said, " You know who's kids they are right?"
Me: Blank Stare.
Her: " Ricky Shroder! hahahaha you're so funny D!"
We laughed, as I made a mental Note: google Ricky Shroder.
I didn't know who he was so I could give 2 shits about his dumbass kids. All that money, you'd think they could afford some manners! (Aladdin voice) Hehehe..
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Needless to say, this time around, I was less timid in Malibu. I knew the area well, I knew everyone, and my life had seen a lot of shit since last time I was here. I was no longer a young, naive, 19 year old. I was a pissed off, bitter 23 year old.
The new house was a bit larger than the last, closer to neighbors, but I liked it sooo much better. My room faced the beach this time. My entire wall was a window, and on the other side of it was my patio, and a wooden staircase, 12 steps down was the beach. Scary part was the tide coming in and out. Some nights the tide would come up so high, that waves would slap against the patio and even against my bedroom window! The sound was terrifying. The house we leased was owned by an actress whom had portraits of herself all over the place. She was beautiful, although I never really knew who she was nor had I seen any of her films. The summer was everything I needed, the perfect getaway. I began to realize that my life was special. I knew that running away everytime shit goes downhill wasn't the healthiest of habits, but I was beginning to love my habit. I'm so lucky, I thought. I have had the priviledge & the luxury of being able to run away to some of the greatest places in the world. As damaged as my heart was, if it wasn't for the heartbreak, I would have never gotten here. I wouldve never even met this incredible family whom I loved so much, nor would I have seen anything outside of Utah.
Life's not too bad after all :)
This summer was most definitely better than the last summer I spent here. The girls were older, 8 and 9, extremely mature & independent that it blew me away. But sadly they were far too busy for me :( I remember the only things we really had time for was watching Reality TV and messing around on the beach.
The girls' favorite shows were Top Chef & Tori and Dean (don't judge)--- Not because they actually liked the show (atleast not at first) but because Tori Spelling lived 3 houses down and we'd see them on the beach a lot.
My entire summer workday consisted of waking up at 7am (waking up as early as everyone else was my way of reporting to work) making all of us a pot of Green Tea for the caffeine boost, Then I'd see the girls and Mrs. F out the door as they trekked off to horsecamp. At which point, I would be left home alone. Just me and the dogs. God must seriously have a sense of humor because before this summer, I thought I hated dogs. This seems to be a pattern in my life lol.
I bonded with those two adorable creatures and they made me soft. Dammit.
The three of us formed a daily routine of hiking up Zuma Canyon and that, ladies and gents was my summer. Hashtag blessed.
I bonded with those two adorable creatures and they made me soft. Dammit.
The three of us formed a daily routine of hiking up Zuma Canyon and that, ladies and gents was my summer. Hashtag blessed.
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