July 8, 2010

Week Gone By

From an unnamed production office for an undisclosed television show in an address-withheld building in LA where the elevators are shockingly slow...

To answer your question that you didn't ask, more than likely because you don't care, I have no idea what I've been up to this week that has stopped me from Slobbing.  Monday was a day off to celebrate my independence from my boss, and our country's from England.  Tuesday there was the thing where we had to move back the furniture that the people who painted our office over the weekend left in the middle of the room, and Wednesday was our intern's 18th birthday, so I had to eat cake... All of which is to say: Nevermind.  That sounds like a packed week.

The break neck pace of life continues today.  Here are the highlights so far:

Because of a recent lapse in security in my building, I now have to remember to carry my employee badge with me every time I need to go through the doors that lead to the bathroom.  This means that every time I need to get to the bathroom, I have to walk to the security doors, remember that they're shut, walk back to my desk, get my badge, then go back to the security doors, and finally get to the bathroom.  This is annoying, but also one way to pass time in the day.

I have a bunch of rubber bands in my desk drawer, and my office mate chose one of them stretch out all day yesterday so that all day today he could hold it up like a carnival attraction and yell that it is the "biggest rubber band in the world."  He's kidding (kind of) but that doesn't mean he'll stop any time soon.  Again, kind of annoying, also something to pay attention to that isn't work.  Draw. 

Nine work hours to fill until the end of the day.  Stay tuned.  Maybe someone will get in the wrong elevator or find a quarter in their pocket from their birth year.  That would be just the sort of craziness and insanity that this day it heading towards.


  1. Just your half-your-readership mom here, and I get to say it: I love your blog!

    Since only half my brain remains in use, however, am I perhaps only a quarter of your readership? I'll leave you doing the tricky math, my dear daughter.

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