Things That Piss Me Off

Okay, have you ever been in this position: a person finds out that you're a writer. Learns that your recent script is doing well on festival circuit. Asks to read it. You say sure, send him a copy. He comes back with "coverage" and requests time to "discuss" your script, saying "good start." This in reference to a script you have finished, which you've sent out to contests, which is a finalist in one contest and a semi-finalist (read: top 25) in another contest, and for which you DID NOT ASK FOR FEEDBACK.

It may or may not surprise you to learn that this aforementioned person is also a "writer" in the sense that they've got their first script "almost done" and they really love to talk about writing and were wondering if we have room for one more person in our writing group.

On a side note: just last night I dreamt I got notes back from this person and the major note was that the script didn't have enough puns. If it had more puns, this person assured me, it would be much stronger. Even in my sleep I was seething.

Shaking Off Responsibility Is Like Shaking Off Tar

So this week I am supposed to be back to my regular responsibilities. It's going to be a slow return to "normal" unfortunately. Lots happened this week, which means my boss has lots to catch up on. But it's sooo nice to have her back!!! Ah me. Oh, and I came in 5 1/2 hours early today to take care of some things that I couldn't finish last week.

I'm My Boss This Week

My boss is on a (well deserved and too long in coming!) vacation this week. So I'm the boss for 5 harrowing days. One down, 3.9 to go. Yesterday it was a 14.5 hour day. Hee hee hee. That sound is the sound of nervous anxiety laced with coffee (coffee!).

I actually tossed and turned all night last night. And when I dreamed? I dreamed of THIS JOB. WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?! And I only had one cup of coffee all day yesterday, so it wasn't the caffine. It's like I just couldn't come down from the day.

Come home soon, Y!

The good news - I finished a script last week, and this week I will be too exhausted and busy and anxious to think about the people who are reading it to offer feedback. Except now I'm thinking about that.

Also - Prilosec is a great ally.

Um... Coffee!

Coffee makes me feel good.
Coffee is warm and tasty.
Coffee beans smell like holidays.
Luna is the only one who doesn't like the sound of the coffee grinder.
Coffee is portable to be enjoyed at home and office.

So what if it is chemical happiness? I'm not too proud to admit: sometimes I need the coffee to face the J.O.B.

Down Day

I don't know why, I'm having a bit of a down day. Being at work sometimes makes me feel like clawing my way out of my skin. Work for money. Money for food and shelter. One day after another after another, no more summer vacations ever. Nothing but a long unending road of clocking in, clocking out, paycheck, paying rent, doing laundry, cooking meals, doing dishes. Fighting for two minutes to do something I want to do, to feel like potential still means something. Terrified I'm going to wake up one day, an old woman, tired and used up and filled with regrets for opportunities I never took, lives I never lead.

So that's my day. How are you?

It's Late And I Want To Go Home

Still at work. Tired. Grumpy. Headache growing in magnitude. Very weary. Impatient. Shoulder blades ache.

I wish it could be
time to go home already.
Damn, it's getting late.

Why did I decide
to do yoga this morning?
Now my body hurts.

How I pass the time:
writing really bad haiku
and watching the clock.

Does haiku have to
be about nature to be
real haiku? Nah, dude.

I'm sure I offend
haiku purists who must see
what I do as wrong.

I can count to five,
then I can count to seven,
and then five again.

What would you do if
you could become anyone
in the universe?

I think I would be
independently wealthy
and write all day long.

I could keep this up
all night if necessary.
Just want to go home.

I am actually
waiting for this thing at work.
When it's done, I'll go.

Why, computer, why?!
I was almost out of here,
then you had to crash!!!

Now Computer makes
aggrivating whirs and beeps.
It's driving me mad.

So it happened twice.
I think I found a bad read.
I got you, sucka!

Okay, time to go.
I will have to spare you from
more "brilliant" haiku.

Five Years

Five years have gone by so quickly, I can hardly believe it. We were college kids, and then we were moving out to Los Angeles with nothing but some childhood furniture and a pair of used cars, moving into a house that was supposed to be a house of artists but was really a house of fun-deteriorating-into-pain and artistic procrastination. I remember moving into our first apartment, with two windows and one closet and a fire hose in the wall of the living room. We'd lived together for four years, so I didn't think anything would change when we got engaged, and then married. I couldn't have been more wrong. It seems like every year what I feel for you grows deeper, becomes more and more a part of who I am. What I thought I knew about love keeps evolving as we move through new stages of our life together. I am so grateful to have you in my life. I can't wait to see what the next five years brings us.