Finally, finally, finally we are moved. I'm not going to pretend this move was as drawn out as the first one, but it did hurt a little. Sadly, I have neglected my writing for over a week, something that doesn't often happen in my world, so I'm feeling a bit... restless. I plan to use my housesitting time to get some peace and quiet this weekend (and I'm getting paid - YAY!). Wait, let me back up. I am housesitting for one of our supervising producers this weekend. Monday night, I went over to her house to learn the ropes (aka learn how to use the remote). But the Supervising Producer wanted to make sure I felt completely at home, so she showed me basically every nook and cranny. Finally, when she pointed at the oven and said, "That's the oven," her husband exclaimed, "Honey, quit treating her like she just escaped from a mental institution." He then proceeded to show me into the living room, where he brought out a contraption that looked very much like the detached controls of a 747. "This is the remote." The Supervising Producer spoke up, "Learn how to use it. I don't want to come back and find out you spent the entire weekend reading a book." So I think I did learn. But the true test will be tomorrow night... Fingers crossed. Also, they have a LACMA membership, so I'm planning on taking full advantage of that. And I probably will do a little reading....shhhh, don't tell!
Today, H-Berts and G-Money are back on the lot, but I'm at our development offices, and I have unpacked pretty much everything, all while booking travel for them and for myself. You know, I used to think Delta was the official airline of Satan, but now I'm pretty convinced that title belongs to US Air. I should have known something was up when I went to visit the Honeybee some years ago and asked her father (who is a pilot for US Air) how planes work. His reply was, "It's MAGGGGIIIIICCCC!!!" And then he two-stepped out of the room. But today, my belief was reaffirmed when I tried to book G-Money's ticket home over the phone (she was using miles to upgrade, or else I would have done it online), and I was hung up on not once, not twice, but FOUR TIMES!!! I called back the fifth time and asked to speak to Ashton Kutcher, cause fo' sure I was being punked. I mean, Max pre-toenail clip could work the phones better than that. And if this is how they work their phones, how the hell can we expect them to properly operate the four planes they own that are never on time?
And now... for the first time in God knows how many years, I'm leaving the office at 4:30 PM.
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