You need to get your own man...

For the past 4 months since moving to L.A. I have complained non-stop about how I don't have a "L.A. story". I am referring to those stories I've heard other people tell - getting lost in Compton and having their sneakers stolen, watching celebrities assault paparazzi, the fire department rescuing a detatched finger from a billboard - any story you hear and then say "that's so L.A." Well I finally have my story... Yesterday, after I came back from my lunch break, my boss's wife asked if we could talk. I was 90% sure I wasn't being fired, so I thought maybe she and her husband (more accurately, common-law husband) were breaking up. I could not have been more wrong... she sat me down and told me that his partner at the company was asked to leave because of a drug problem. Now I was never a fan of this particular individual - that's the way the cookie crumbles - so I wasn't upset, but I was a bit surprised they felt the need to go into the specifics with all of their employees. I plan on going to Kinko's after work to start searching for a new job...what's the point of working at a production company in L.A. if you can't have a drug problem?