End of Days

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

I keep thinking that today is Friday.  Let me stop you here- It's not.  The reason that I think that it's Friday, however, is the best reason to think that it's Friday, which is that I don't have work tomorrow.

But here's the thing about the last work day of the week be it Thursday or Friday or- for one glorious Thanksgiving week in November- Wednesday:  There is actually absolutely nothing to do.  Nothing.  I show up and wait around for the one person responsible for getting our show ready to air to get our show ready to air, and then I go home.  It sounds kind of glamorous, I'm sure, looking at everyone I've ever known's Facebook pictures, watching an hour of the worst movie ever called "Black Cougar" that is a sort of modern day Pinocchio revenge tale with my coworkers because some weirdo sent it to our office, and seeing how long I can wait to go into the break room to take a free bagel (it's ten minutes, that's how long).  But, while it is pleasant to not have anything to do at the office, I would so much rather be at home with nothing to do.  Or on the beach with nothing to do.  Or maybe even asleep.  Oh, the simple dreams of someone who hates their job...

Home Work

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

I'm writing this from home today, because, while I did go to work for a solid 3 hours, I forgot to post while I was there.  I hope that my boss is so distracted by the DVD's that I forgot to order and the time card that I forgot to fill out that she hardly notices that I didn't write a thing about my deep dislike of her on company time today.  Fingers crossed!

I won't be writing from work on Monday either, because we have the day off!  Never has Independence Day felt so appropriately named.  I will check with no one when I want to go somewhere for more than two minutes, and I probably won't even CC anyone on my e-mails so that they can make certain that I'm doing them right.  Pursuit of happiness indeed.  Until Tuesday.  Happy 4th!

Off Day/Day Off

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

Because I thought that yesterday was Thursday pretty much all day, it has given me great and profound joy to realize (multiple times with no diminishing surprise) that today is in fact Thursday, not Friday as it seems, and that I have tomorrow, Friday, off!

I really don't know how to spin that to match my generally wildly negative and complaining approach.  I'm completely at a loss for how I might make that someone else's annoying fault or a miserable burden that I have to bear.  Or how I might, as I so often do, treat it with cold dismissal as unimportant or demeaning or useless.  But remembering I have an extra day in my life, and that it's a day off... Well that's really a tough one to put into my (whining) voice.  I'll keep working on it.  Stay tuned.

Hope in My Heart, A (Rhythmically Questionable) Poem in My Head

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

We're taping our show a day early this week, and now that I'm seven hours into my Monday, I'm already giddily thinking that maybe I'll get a glorious day off...

A poem on this theme:

This week is a quick week

So I want to shout-speak,

"Hooray, hooray

Maybe Friday

My world won't be so bleak!"

'Cause maybe I'll be off

Without a sick day cough

And free to spend

 My hours on end

With no boss there to scoff

There's No "I" in "Day Off"

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

Today I have the day off. Sounds great, right? But for me, I'm the kind of girl who just cannot leave my work at the office, ya know? Here are the seven workday tasks that I commit to doing even while taking a day at home:

1) Dozing

2) Answering the phone

3) Closing my eyes for just a sec

4) Pretending I don't know how to do something I actually do know how to do because I really don't want to do it and think I can get someone else to

5) Trying to goad people into talking about someone who is doing a worse job than me

6) Wondering how it is that I got to this place in my career, and looking around, trying to figure out if everyone else is as miserable as me, and if they are- how they tolerate it while maintaining a modicum of kindness towards the people they have to share this cruel and punishing planet with, and if not- how they got enough health insurance to finance all those happy, happy pills

7) Ordering Baja Fresh for pick up