29-May-2007

After my first day on the new job, I can honestly say that I am relaxed for the first time in almost two months.  I love the writers' room, love the writers, and, most importantly, love not sitting on my couch crying every day.  It's wild, how much more productive I've been today than any day I was unemployed.  I got up at 6, wrote for over an hour, worked out, packed my lunch, then it was off to the office, and I've just finished organizing the room notes and emailing them to everyone.  I even dryed my hair this morning, which was oh-so-first-day-of-school, and I applied eye shadow and mascara, albeit with somewhat of a shaky hand.  What can I say? I just wanted everyone to like me.   

There are so many thanks that need to be doled out, to Prancers and Aw, Snap (and a big fat congrats to him for making STAFF WRITER!!!), to Poops the Bed and Cube Boy, my fellow assistants all going through various job-hunting/rung-climbing fiascos this staffing season.  It's a mad scramble, and we did quite well for ourselves, if you ask me.  And, of course, to Prancers' boss, who got me this job to begin with, and to Aw, Snap's boss for trying to poach me and making me feel all kinds of awesome despite giving me the half hour guilt trip/arm twisting from hell. 

Then there are the personal friends... the Designated Driver, the Honeybee, and the Hottie, who all celebrated with me this weekend but have been there when I was too scared to shell out money for a Diet Coke, much less dinner or drinks.  And who knew that all I needed to hear when I was down was "I love you, and you are so talented, and you will work in this town again."  And the Irish Asian, who treated me to dinner Saturday and made sure I saw the show I'd be working on before I interviewed there, even loaning me a golf cart so's I wouldn't get all sweaty by trekking fifteen minutes across the Universal lot.

I am happy.  Very, very happy.