So many lovely things have happened recently, and I simply must share them...
1) About two weeks ago, I went down to the mailbox to get the mail and under the mat was a FedEx envelope addressed to me. Inside the FedEx envelope were American Express gift certificates totaling $250. There was no note inside, so I researched the sender: Millward Brown, a marketing company with offices both in L.A. and NYC. At first, I was terrified that I unknowingly signed up for a new credit card with a 50% APR, but come to find out, I filled out a survey for Hollywood Reporter and won a sweepstakes! I never win anything, so -- YAY! I bought a customized frame for that Emily Dickinson house poster I bought around my birthday.
(a) I went to Aaron Brothers to frame the art and then noticed that Michael's Craft across the parking lot was having a 60% sale of customized framing. I saved $300! Woo-Hoo!
(b) The frame is ready one week early! I'm trying not to leave work right now...
2) I finally, finally heard from Disney in regards to a resume I submitted. It's only taken ten years and numerous submissions for multiple jobs. But! I had a very good phone interview, and John said that he was going to put my name forward as a candidate, but if this particular opening didn't happen for me, he'd like to keep my resume on file as he's the recruiter for three different Disney divisions. (Yes, please!) Fingers crossed, though, that the Vice President of the Disney Channel wants to meet with me to discuss "my qualifications further" as this job is perfect -- seriously-- for me, my abilities, and what I'd like to be when I grow up. Share The Secret and The Power with me, won't you? Good thoughts, good thoughts, good thoughts.
3) My boss decided that instead of updating the office laptops, we would all get iPads. I have an iPad. I don't known how to use it, but I have very high hopes for myself that my learning curve isn't too steep.
4) One of my brothers was visiting this past weekend with his lovely girlfriend. Due to circumstances beyond our control, my brothers did not have an especially close relationship with my sister and me. But I'm grateful we've been trying to rectify that situation now that we're adults.
5) My boss gave me another good piece of news, but I'm not allowed to talk about it. But I'm pleasantly pleased.
I don't ask for much out of my life. Even though I tend to be wary and pessimistic, I can usually embrace the happiness. These are moments people live for. No matter how menial, they should be celebrated. Lovely things are hard to come by. I'm going to enjoy them while they're here.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Name Dropper
A couple weeks ago, I received a forwarded email from my boss with an attachment. The attachment was a script we've purchased and the email was from Jamie Lee Curtis, actress, wife of Christopher Guest, daughter of Janet Leigh of PSYCHO fame and Tony Curtis of SOME LIKE IT HOT fame. I have Jamie Lee Curtis's email address...and had an irrational desire to email just to say "hi, remember me? I almost took you out with the office door? Remember that? Yeah, hi."
I was recently talking to my therapist about the fact that I love my job and hate my job at the same time. I love what I do, but I can't really talk about it without feeling like I'm bragging. Because -- hello! -- I get to meet famous people. When I inadvertently name drop, I feel like I'm purposely name dropping, but I can't help it because sometimes I'm genuinely excited. (Jamie Lee sooo nice!) But sometimes I'm genuinely perturbed. ("Call me Love"? *Gag*) But depending on who you are, you might either be impressed or repulsed when it happens, and I'm very cognizant of it. So, I'm torn. There's moments when I don't want to talk about my job at all. I don't want to be one of "those" people. Always ready with some production drama or actor gossip. People have whole careers based on it. At the same time, I'm not completely without my own petty indulgences. (There is currently a plan afoot to smoke George Clooney out of his office with some burnt toast. Camera phone will be ready!) Fame, and it's effect on people, is a weird thing. Which brings me back to JLC (hey, we have the same initials! It's a sign, doncha think? BFFs. Totally).
It must be weird to be famous. In JLC's case, she grew up with famous parents (one, who infamously made a mean comment about Marilyn Monroe -- bad Tony!) then starred in the cult classic Halloween at the age of 18. She's pretty much been known ever since. Which means millions of people know who she is, and she probably knows a couple thousand. A few hundred semi-well. About twenty, intimately. However, she'll be stopped on the street by strangers who think they know her and want to have an authentic interaction which might truly lead to BFF-dom or at the very least, a great story to tell everyone on Thanksgiving. It's strange. Anonymity is held cheaply by those who have it. But try to be on a popular sitcom and get onto a plane, and you'll have seven people stop you to take a picture and comment on your last job performance. And, no matter what kind of day you're having, you have to be nice to them. Think about that. I barely like most of the people I do know, I couldn't imagine having to pacify strangers.
I will not be emailing JLC. I will respect her boundaries. After all, I wouldn't email any other stranger who I almost plowed over with a door. But if I did, I'm sure she wouldn't mind. She's, like, so incredibly nice! We could totally be good friends. Sadly, we will never know...
I was recently talking to my therapist about the fact that I love my job and hate my job at the same time. I love what I do, but I can't really talk about it without feeling like I'm bragging. Because -- hello! -- I get to meet famous people. When I inadvertently name drop, I feel like I'm purposely name dropping, but I can't help it because sometimes I'm genuinely excited. (Jamie Lee sooo nice!) But sometimes I'm genuinely perturbed. ("Call me Love"? *Gag*) But depending on who you are, you might either be impressed or repulsed when it happens, and I'm very cognizant of it. So, I'm torn. There's moments when I don't want to talk about my job at all. I don't want to be one of "those" people. Always ready with some production drama or actor gossip. People have whole careers based on it. At the same time, I'm not completely without my own petty indulgences. (There is currently a plan afoot to smoke George Clooney out of his office with some burnt toast. Camera phone will be ready!) Fame, and it's effect on people, is a weird thing. Which brings me back to JLC (hey, we have the same initials! It's a sign, doncha think? BFFs. Totally).
It must be weird to be famous. In JLC's case, she grew up with famous parents (one, who infamously made a mean comment about Marilyn Monroe -- bad Tony!) then starred in the cult classic Halloween at the age of 18. She's pretty much been known ever since. Which means millions of people know who she is, and she probably knows a couple thousand. A few hundred semi-well. About twenty, intimately. However, she'll be stopped on the street by strangers who think they know her and want to have an authentic interaction which might truly lead to BFF-dom or at the very least, a great story to tell everyone on Thanksgiving. It's strange. Anonymity is held cheaply by those who have it. But try to be on a popular sitcom and get onto a plane, and you'll have seven people stop you to take a picture and comment on your last job performance. And, no matter what kind of day you're having, you have to be nice to them. Think about that. I barely like most of the people I do know, I couldn't imagine having to pacify strangers.
I will not be emailing JLC. I will respect her boundaries. After all, I wouldn't email any other stranger who I almost plowed over with a door. But if I did, I'm sure she wouldn't mind. She's, like, so incredibly nice! We could totally be good friends. Sadly, we will never know...
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Mea Cupla
I was doing pretty well there with the posting until a month ago and then I just fell down on the job. It's not that I haven't thought about blogging, I have. But I also have been so consumed with my job that it's been difficult to generate any enthusiasm to create more work even if it is in the name of fun. On the flip side, what little writing I have eeked out has been done either in my journal or on a screenplay that I've been writing. In other words, my real life has intruded.
I come to the Internet for a lot of things -- entertainment, socializing, research, etc. -- but when you lump it all together, what I really come here for is to fill time. Sometimes I log on with the same existential angst that drives me to the fridge three times in thirty minutes. I'm looking for something to sate my boredom, my need to commune, and to relieve this feeling that there's got to be something more to this thing called Life than what I'm doing in the moment which is usually nothing. However, as with the fridge, the Internet usually just lets me down. Sometimes, on the very rare occasion, there is cake I've forgotten or a missed episode of Modern Family, but for the most part...nada.
When my real life rears its head, however, I become incredibly entangled in what's happening in the moment and all other things need to go on the back burner. What I find funny about these times is that people get irritated with my lack of attention to them. I got a phone call from New York last night admonishing me for not answering my phone two nights earlier and not calling this person back. Another friend, who never calls me, admonished me for not checking in with her because she hadn't heard from me in so long. Don't get me wrong, these people are not high maintenance -- I got rid of those people -- but these encounters do make me realize that my life is usually a nice sedate pace, and -- for a lack of a better word -- boring. I'm usually up for anything because I'm not doing anything else. I will admit to you, dear reader, that I like a bit of boredom because boredom is manageable. You get to decide how to be un-bored. It's hard to shake when you're in the doldrums, but for the most part, there is not high drama that needs to be triaged and neutralized. I prefer that. Hence, why I'm single.
Even though I haven't been blogging, I have wanted to make some observations here, and I think I'll be able to squeeze one in soon. However, since most of my fellow bloggers haven't updated in awhile, I'm going to guess that summer has been pretty hectic for most of us. And for the rest of you...well, I hope there was cake in your fridge.
I come to the Internet for a lot of things -- entertainment, socializing, research, etc. -- but when you lump it all together, what I really come here for is to fill time. Sometimes I log on with the same existential angst that drives me to the fridge three times in thirty minutes. I'm looking for something to sate my boredom, my need to commune, and to relieve this feeling that there's got to be something more to this thing called Life than what I'm doing in the moment which is usually nothing. However, as with the fridge, the Internet usually just lets me down. Sometimes, on the very rare occasion, there is cake I've forgotten or a missed episode of Modern Family, but for the most part...nada.
When my real life rears its head, however, I become incredibly entangled in what's happening in the moment and all other things need to go on the back burner. What I find funny about these times is that people get irritated with my lack of attention to them. I got a phone call from New York last night admonishing me for not answering my phone two nights earlier and not calling this person back. Another friend, who never calls me, admonished me for not checking in with her because she hadn't heard from me in so long. Don't get me wrong, these people are not high maintenance -- I got rid of those people -- but these encounters do make me realize that my life is usually a nice sedate pace, and -- for a lack of a better word -- boring. I'm usually up for anything because I'm not doing anything else. I will admit to you, dear reader, that I like a bit of boredom because boredom is manageable. You get to decide how to be un-bored. It's hard to shake when you're in the doldrums, but for the most part, there is not high drama that needs to be triaged and neutralized. I prefer that. Hence, why I'm single.
Even though I haven't been blogging, I have wanted to make some observations here, and I think I'll be able to squeeze one in soon. However, since most of my fellow bloggers haven't updated in awhile, I'm going to guess that summer has been pretty hectic for most of us. And for the rest of you...well, I hope there was cake in your fridge.
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