was flitting around the office like she does, looking stressed but also
having fabulously neat and tidy painted nails...not the right impression
sweetie for a rushed around mad woman. Precious was also pretty chilled,
even our Artistic Director looked jolly and even greeted me with a smile
(which never happens) that was scary. The one person though who is
seems genuinely chilled most of the time (only see him twice) is our new
managing director. That man is cool as a cucumber, he moves silently like
a predator from one room to another so quietly you never hear him, you
just look up and he's there......I must admit to being pretty impressed
with this guy as he certainly doesn't seem to let much get to him.
Now on the other hand one person who loses it sooo easily is our lovely
literary associate who can literally spend forty five minutes on a three
line introduction, give me strength the woman needs to shake her ass.
And last but certainly not least our very own "External Affairs, Swat Team,
Head of FBI Director" definitely gets herself in such a tiz that the baby
she's expecting is going to coming shooting out like a bullet...believe
me, it's gonna happen.
OK so my newsletter is looking much
tidier than previous, and I think most of it will be ok, however when our
friend Ty sees it, I'm sure she's going to want to change absolutely everything
about it completely, just because she wasn't around to look over my shoulder
as I was doing it. Well you know what, they've got until late
afternoon tomorrow and then if there not happy then screw it... I'm
outta here, Friday I've got too much on baby, no can do, comprende!!
Don't get me wrong I'm not whining,
far from it, I like doing it, but at the end of the day our newsletter
is a small affair that's done in-house (apart from the printing), it just
goes to our subscribers (given half the chance they moan about everything)
with information about current and up-coming productions. It should
be a chill project but for some reason the others just go a bit loopy about
it, so I just let them carry on with themselves and eventually decide (amongst
themselves of course, they rarely consult me for my input) whether or not
it's worthy to go to President Clinton, if so, it goes...............
So as you can see from the above 3 paragraphs, it was some day back at the theatre.
I then had to go to Victoria Secret to buy a halter neck bra to go with my fabulous Donna Karen top that I'm wearing to my friends wedding. Unfortunately for me I got the dumbest woman in the place to help me. I even took my top with me to aid them in their search for the perfect lingerie item. Firstly she had to go to her superior to ask what sort of bra I should have... HHHEELLLOO, I don't work in underwear shops but I'm sure even I would know what to suggest.... halter-neck in skin color OR strapless in skin color... don't you agree? Ok so firstly she shows me this bra which is skin colored...correct, however it doesn't have halter neck straps, just normal ones....WHICH ARE NO GOOD WITH A HALTER NECK TOP, you fuckwit!!
So now I'm stuck.... will have to go to Macy's which I hate to do, but my girlfriend in England wants some Calvin Klein underwear from there anyway, so I may as well go... baaa humbug!!
So Candy and her young Caprio are coming over this evening by 7:30pm to watch "Survivor" with me and Morpheus. All I can say is that they'd better be here on time, we'd better order food at least 10 mins before "Survivor" starts as I DO NOT want to be dishing out food after it's begun. Aren't I just the great hostess, listen I only got in at 6:15pm, I've been answering emails and doing this page since, so I'm certainly not going out now at nearly 7pm to start making dinner for everyone here..... not a chance my friends!!
Also the phone is being unplugged AFTER we've ordered our Chinese.......
OK I'm off... later