WTF? I get to write the movie of my life, not this guy.
Yesterday, I held the door at Starbucks for Vanessa Redgrave. She ordered a tazo chai.
I have a new job (2 month contract). Hint: it is across from John Fleuvog.
I am so excited to be starting a new job. I was beginning to feel like a mental wraith. I was weeping a bit in the bathroom. I know it is not cool to blog about work. And I will reiterate (cuz people always find negative references to themselves), that the people here are kind and smart and respectful of me. Reception, however, is just...not my thing.
Word to Rich & Elana for looking out for me. Word to everyone who has been sending me links and ideas for work. Hooray!
I anticipate great things, like the return of my sense of humour.
