So Awake

How is this even possible?

Apparently while I was away for Thanksgiving, a mouse got into my filing cabinet, ate my emergency chocolate, and pooped in my drawer.

My filing cabinet is made of steel. How in the world did a mouse get in there? It either has to be a) a scary mutant mouse with super strength, or b) someone was going through my drawer looking for pens and didn't bother to close it. Either way, I'm not pleased. Mouse poop for chocolate is not a good trade, especially not on a Monday.

Big Fat Head Day

So last Friday was Jacob's birthday. Jacob is one of the PAs I work with, and one of the bright spots in the Job of Neverending Late Nights and Despair. Following typical office procedure, we sent another PA out for an ice cream cake and stashed it upstairs where Jacob wouldn't see it. Late in the afternoon, I brought down the cake and got ready to gather our department to sing and eat.

Except then we got really busy.

So busy, in fact, that we had to make Jacob carry his own cake back to the freezer before going out on a run.

How sad is that? We ended up celebrating his birthday today instead, and I tried to make it up to him by using Rasterbator to create a giant poster of Jake's head, which now decorates a wall in our hallway. I'll take a picture tomorrow if it survives the night. The Rasterbator is my new favorite thing ever.

(Special thanks to Sara for finding the picture I used. Go read her blog; she's funny.)

superstitious

I used to hold my breath whenever I passed by a graveyard. I don't know why, really--I never actually believed that I'd otherwise be possessed by a restless ghost. But it was just one of those things, like kissing the ceiling after driving through a yellow light.

However, the commute to my current job takes me past the Los Angeles National Cemetery for well over a mile. Considering that mile includes several stoplights, a right turn, and a 40 mph speed limit, it takes me at least two minutes to get past all the gravestones. And that's a long time to hold your breath. Too long, it turns out.

It's too bad. Maybe if I had respected the spirits of the dead, someone would have told me that the guy asking me for impossible-to-find tapes was the executive producer BEFORE I snapped at him.

No news is good news

Right?

Thanks to y'all who tried to post good-luck comments only to be struck down by the mighty MT-Blacklist. I was a bit overzealous in my fight against comment spam, and I think I was temporarily blocking all comments that had a colon in the website field. Oops.

The job interview went well, but there would be a timing conflict with my current Job of Neverending Late Nights and Despair. So we'll see. But even if I don't end up on this particular show, the guy I interviewed with (a former coworker from one of my first jobs) was super great and told me he wanted to "be a resource for me" because I'm "definitely ready to move up".

So that was pretty awesome.

In other news, I've been very busy (mostly with work) and sadly neglecting this webpage. But I do have lots of things on my mind, so I'm sure I'll be back to write about them soon enough.

Say a little prayer for me

In four hours, I have a job interview that I really, really want to go well.

Until then, I will continue to be distracted and slightly queasy at my current job.

Whee!

I'm sorry

This is great:

Sorry Everybody.

This isn't Photoshopped

I was looking for a job and then I found a job...

When I took this job a month ago, I was told that my hours would be 9-7, "with occasional late nights, maybe until 10 or so".

Last night I didn't leave until after two in the morning.

And this wouldn't be so bad if it were just once, but it's apparently going to be routine. It also wouldn't be so bad if I were doing something I loved or at the very least was engaged by, but this job is so far outside my usual field that my former boss advised me not to even put it on my resume.

My boyfriend, on the other hand, got sent home a half hour early because everyone in his new office was too depressed by the election results to keep working. Not only that, but their company has a blog. I'm so jealous.

fight, not flight

As much as I joke, I'm not going to give up on this country. For one thing, Canada is freaking cold. And I'm not going to leave as long as we still have Howard Dean:

"Tens of millions of us are disappointed today because we put so much of ourselves into this election. We donated money, we talked to friends, we knocked on doors. We invested ourselves in the political process.
That process does not end today. These are not short-term investments. We will only create lasting change if that sense of obligation and responsibility becomes a permanent part of our lives.
Martin Luther King, Jr. said, "Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter."
We will not be silent.
Thank you for everything you did for our cause in this election. But we are not stopping here."

Also as long as we have Barack Obama.

And Ken Salazar.

Jon Stewart.

John Henry and the Boston Red Sox (minus Curt Schilling).

The great state of New Hampshire.

NARAL and NOW and the FMF and Emily's List.

Robert Reich.

R.E.M.

Barbara Boxer.

And the 55,557,584 (and still counting) people who voted for change.

This is our country, too.

So much for the Amish

Amish people, without outside recruitment, turned up at the polls for the very first time. Why? To vote against equal rights.

I know times are tight, and that four more years of Bush isn't going to help that, at least not for anyone in my readership. But $10 a month isn't very much, and $35 is even less. Please consider joining the HRC. Because unequal for one is unequal for all.